an old writer and his words

  • IMAGINING

    I never imagined any of this, couldn’t have you correctly note, but I imagined many things that did not, could not exist, that after all is one purpose of dreams and nightmares. I did imagine writing, words shaped to fit odd places, never round pegs or square holes, but fluid, shifting shapes like lava seeking…

    Lou Faber

  • A MATTER OF TIME

    It was onlya matter of time,and the time has comewhen the Chinesewould abandonthe time honored“please to beplacing the Tab Awithinside the sloton Part E,”and insteadmerely showundecipherablepictures of parts,so that withbut a singleset of instructionsthey can frustratebuyers in all nations.

    Lou Faber

  • TECHNICAL SERVICE

    At some point in each callto a customer service representative,or worse still technical assistancewhich is a painful oxymoronin and of itself, I pause and wonderhow the conversation might goif I could reach throughthe ether of the phoneand grab the script.Would the voice on the other endsuddenly become attachedto a person, rippedfrom its computer home?Would that…

    Lou Faber

  • BEGGAR’S TALE

    I speak clearly, conciselyin an ancient, long forgottentongue that none understand. I tell my tale, leaving outnothing, a summonerin a deaf world, whispering of coins, pulled froman empty pocket and castat your feet, soundless. I point to signs, letteredin my careful hand, withoutmeaning, cryptic to you You urge me to trustin your god even asyou…

    Lou Faber

  • FOUND POEM

    Each morning, beforeI finish my morning cappuccino,I scan my email, hoping to finda perfect poem that hasgone forever unclaimed. I have enough skillto alter it sufficientlythat I can safely claim itas my own, if the ownerever were to appear,by adding, After XXXXX. All I have ever foundis the odd limerick andfrankly I can to betteron…

    Lou Faber

  • KEEPING TO THE SCHEDULE

    The cat has had a busy day,supervising all mannerof domestic affairs, allthe while offeringa running commentaryon our successesand failures in the useand maintenanceof her home. She did take timefor several pettingsand brushings, necessaryshe says, to keep ourjoints lubricated as weget down to the flooror flex our wrists. She reminded usit was timeto feed her, thenwalked…

    Lou Faber

  • THE OFFICE

    Step into a hotel elevatorand you will see the sign“Elevator certificate is locatedIn the General Manager’s Office.” If Einstein were to come backto life and see this, would heinquire as to where he could findthe Special Manager’s Office? And George S. Patton wouldno doubt bellow out a demandthat the Corporal Managerstand front and center. But…

    Lou Faber

  • FOUR ZEN HAIKU

    myself is no selfno self is universalinfinite being emptiness surroundsall forms are illusorythis is samadhi compassion aboundsalways out of your sightuntil you live it dharmas teach nothingcontain infinite knowledgejust stop looking

    Lou Faber

  • REDUCTIO AD ABSURDUM

    Gertrude Stein saidpoetry is vocabulary,or so Simic reported it,but in that casewhat do we makeof Haiku, wherea poem at maximumcan use onlyseventeen words. Perhaps, if wefollow Levi-Strausshaiku is not poetrybut art, for all artis reductionand there is littleyou can doto reducea haiku further.

    Lou Faber

  • THE LANGUAGE OF ZEN

    The greatest problemwith our languagein the practice of zazencan seem insurmountable. We are lovers of tenses,a dozen to choose from,one spawning offspring,time ever important to us. In zen, on the cushionthere is no past, no future,perfect or otherwise, norour friend the conditional. We strive to always bein the moment, there is nowand nothing else, and…

    Lou Faber