Tag: Memoir
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Memoir Addendum – Push-hand or Sticky-hands
Push-hands or Sticky-hands One of the interesting practices I’ve picked up over my many years of martial arts training is ‘push-hands’ from the Shaolin perspective or ‘sticky-hands’ as seen from the Wudang perspective. I found the practice useful in my other martial arts as well, facilitating my manipulation of energy for techniques in Judo, Aikido,…
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Memoir Memory — Family Tragedy In 1983
Family Tragedy In 1983 An older post, but still relevant… Spirit VS Form – A Poor Life VS No Life I’m filled withRage and griefO’r the lossOf my new niece A summer breezeThe winter chillA life of easeOr a job that kills The joy of loveThe pain of lossThe will to liveAnd its cost The…
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Memoir Addendum – On Listening
When I try to explain this to people, they usually don’t listen, and I suspect, don’t really care. They are more interested in bulldozing their own personal perspectives through, looking for acquiescence, and not interested in anything that might differ. On Listening And Hopefully Understanding There’s a trick to audio learning. I didn’t invent it,…
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First? Perhaps…
Write about your first crush. I’ve written about her previously and will provide a link to that poem below. As I was saying: first? Perhaps, but certainly the most ‘crushing’ to my soul in my young life to that point. There had been other girls that I’d fancied, ‘liked’, who’d swiped me to their ‘friends…
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If Push Comes To Shove…
List three books that have had an impact on you. Why? Way too many to count. Reading was a problem for me until Jr. High School. It was a combination of just poor eyesight and slight youthful dyslexia. But, I was always interested in stories. My parents used to read to us when I was…
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My Wage-slave Career
What jobs have you had? My Career as a Wage-slave I started wage-slaving at the age of 10. My dad took me with him as his ‘go-for’ in his plumbing and heating business. He later branched out into remodeling and roofing too, which I also learned and worked at off and on in hard times…
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Memoir Memory From 2012 — Walking The Line
Walking The Line For More Than Just The Fun Of It I’m out on the line, carrying a sign, trying to get people to pay attention to what’s been happening around them while they’ve been distracted. I hope for a reaction to my presence. It doesn’t really matter if the response is positive or negative…
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Thoughts On Mothers’ Day – A Memoir Memory
A Little Something For Mothers’ Day. Let’s hope that most mothers are a little more pragmatic than was mine, with her head buried in romance novels and soaps… Yes, I’m sure my dad’s felandering and our family life certainly played into her depressions, and escapism, along with her ‘nerve-pills’ and habitual denials… A Mother’s Legacy mother…
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Another Memoir Memory
Crush On A Greek Goddess Antoinette my half-hour violin lessonfollows her’sI’m sitting in the professor’swaiting room – hiskitchenhis apartment’s mainroom – his studioI hear her playingbeautifully my turnshe comes out aGreek goddess tallclassically beautifullooking only at the kitchenexit to the hallwayshe heads straight forit looking neitherleft nor right knowing of my crushshe purposefullywalks by ignoringthis…
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Another Memoir Memory From The Late ’60s
For What It’s Worth – The Hut Lounge Something’s happening here Buffalo Springfield on the jukeboxLinda Lane slayed us with herintricate guitar work andsensuous vocals What it is ain’t exactly clear Her band – Lady and the TrampsGeorge Hoka on his Hammondmesmerizing sound like the Animalsvoice soulful like Burdon’s There’s a man with a gun…
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