Alphabet

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Alphabet

So everything is now as yellow as the yellow alphabet.
Bellow below cello, above fellow, saying “Hello,” jello,
always yellow, nobody eats orange jello, mellow, sello
or sellotape, tellow, as in “Tell old salt …” pronounced
“tellow salt” … so many verbal adventures, scales falling
from young eyes, and old ones as wello,
and the melody of music in tone,
on tongue, wonder in the eyes of everyone,
golden yellow, hair high-lighted in the early morning sun.

Commentary:

An endless jumble of words, all joined together rhythmically and linking one thought to another in a succession of jumps that wander from here to there and back again. Team tag: each one of us chosen for a moment, teased, played with, abandoned, picked up again, delight in each adventure.
My party tricks are e-cards, typing on the computer, her name, my name, the alphabet, her mother’ name, another name, and then another. Coloring is my trick too, and finding empty pages that can be followed with color and scrawl and everything that turns the blank page from a wilderness to a new world covered in endless manufactures of meaningful, meaningless scratches.
Joy in small things.  Albert Camus’s theory of the absurd present in almost every moment of the day. Moments that stretch into eternities, eternities seen in a grain of sand. Dw i mwynhau … what do I enjoy? These timeless moments, these glimpses back into my family’s past, Dych chi mind am dro? … these walks into my DNA’s future. Nach ydw: no, I will not be here. But tiny segments of my existence, words and phrases of my Welsh grandfather’s DNA and language, they will be here. Recycled. Again and again. Somehow. Somewhere. Forever. What more could I ask?

2 thoughts on “Alphabet

  1. I often wonder how much of my earthly beginnings exists in me in 2019. In 21 lessons for the 21st Century Yuval Noah Harari suggests that many of our reactions/responses are inherited from our ancient (Africal) ancestral inheritance. But whatever, I love words and keep repeating them in all sorts of combinations in my head.

    Robert

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    • Carl Jung explores these associations in the racial subconscious and yes, much of our past is contained within each individual. Irrational, sometimes, the fears we share. As for the magic of words, some of us feel it so powerfully, so intimately. The magic of sound, of rhythm, of meaning, and the thrill of meaningless jabberwocky that gyres and gimbles as the mome rath outgrabes … Thank you for commenting.

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