Pax Nortona – A Blog by Joel Sax
From the Land of the Lost Blunderbuss
Month: February 2004
The Sum of Its Parts
Posted on February 11, 2004 in Poems Writing Exercises
“At noon I will fall in love.”
The Expert on Shyness
Posted on February 11, 2004 in Anxiety Encounters
I loitered after the Wednesday Writers tonight, talking to a friend and eavesdropping in on a speaker who exuberantly declaimed his expertise on the issue of shyness.
Old Peanut Butter
Posted on February 11, 2004 in Eating
It was stale, like eating an antique wooden desk.
Santa Ana
Posted on February 10, 2004 in Poems Weather
I was suffocating
so I opened the window a slit
no larger than a cat’s lit pupil.
Fear Drives The Democrats
Posted on February 10, 2004 in Campaign 2004
I replied “The Democrats campaign based on Fear, too.”
The Book of Job
Posted on February 10, 2004 in Crosstalk Myths & Mysticism
Candide cries to the narrative voice “But surely man who is made in the image of God –” And the narrator replies “Maybe this is His Image.”
Fight Fight Fight
Posted on February 10, 2004 in Citizenship IRC/Chat Rage & Annoyance
The comment woke me up to the fact that I was nothing more than a gladiator in a pit, one who could never lay a killing stroke, never die, and never transcend the walls of the arena.
The Breast of the Virgin
Posted on February 9, 2004 in College Sexuality
Many years ago, when I was in Greece, I picked up an icon of the Virgin Mary in a jewelry store and sent it home to my mother.
Hijacked for God?
Posted on February 9, 2004 in Crosstalk Nipper Kettle Secularism
Passengers dialed relatives, perhaps in fear that they’d booked a ticket on a Christian Identity suicide mission.
Dream
Posted on February 9, 2004 in Dreams
I dreamed that I was in San Bernardino, living the life I might have had if I had not gone to college. I saw my mother riding by on a motorcycle as I was heading to meet her at an appointment. I called her on my cell phone and told her that she had missed the freeway exit and needed to turn back.
I owned a restaurant and I was out to save San Bernardino. I walked in my bistro and had a talk to the bookkeeper, noting that there was money missing from the till and that I was having an investigation done. Six months passed. I walked about the property pointing out things that I wanted taken out. The restaurant opened onto a big green vacant lot. Ruins and fallen trees that looked like fat sea cucumbers crossed the landscape. I told the bartender that I was going to keep the ruin — it was picturesque and could be lit up at night — and take out the trees. The city, I said, was taking forever to remove these victims of a long-ago storm. That was San Bernardino, I said, and I was going to change it.
I went out to go somewhere in my car, using my auto alarm control to find it. I walked around the block, desparate for it. Then I saw my truck parked in front of a strip mall. As I clicked on the button and approached it, it flickered in and out of existence, like the green flash of the sun at sunset, like a flame.
The Unknown Sound
Posted on February 9, 2004 in Journals & Notebooks Neighborhood
What percussion was this?
Censure Bush
Posted on February 9, 2004 in Accountability Appeals and Goodwill
Censure is a step short of impeachment which members of the Republican Congress might be willing to take. It implies a formal reprimand of pResident Bush for lying to Congress and to the American people about the presence of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq.
