May I let my voice be a clarion call. I will use these words for justice. I will use these words for truth. And humour.

Saturday, March 13, 2010


About a Monk

I just sent this to some folks in an online game, and figured I'd share here as well....

Did you hear the one about the monk in the monastery?

This monk joins a monastery where they have this really strict no-talking rule at the dojo. The monk is allowed to say only two words every ten years.

After living there for ten years, the monk goes up in front of the sensei and says, "Food bad!" The teacher writes these words down in a journal filled with the two-word quotes from each of the students, and puts the journal on the shelf until the next time.

After this monk's been there for another ten years, a total of 20 years, the monk returns to the sensei, and says, "Bed hard!" The teacher writes it down in the journal and puts it back up on the shelf.

Another ten years pass, a total of 30 years, and the monk returns to the sensei for another decennial meeting. The monk says to the sensei, "I quit!"

The sensei looks briefly through the journal and says, "Well, I can see why. You've been complaining ever since you got here!"


lyrics: "The artist aims for a miracle. The painter wills his pictures to move off the canvas with a separate life. Movement outside of the picture, and one rent in the fabric is all it takes for pandemonium to sluice through."
from Apocalypse by William S. Burroughs

chant/prayer/mantra: Complaining all the time.

pax hominibus,
agape to all,

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