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I feel a great tension in my head–and electricity.  I’m reminded of Roy Sullivan, the man who held the Guiness World Record for most times struck by lightening.  He could feel it was going to happen moments before it did–that feeling in the air, that strong buzzing, coalescing around him, a subtle sound gathering into [...]

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“Get your ass up.”
I’m tempted to drift back to sleep.  I feel spent, wind blown out and gone away.  It’s five a.m. and I’ve got to get up.  A busy day ahead.  I’m laying there, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, exhorting myself under my breath.
“Get the fuck up.  Come on.”
And there it is.
A tug [...]

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First time I saw a gray, “for real,” I was in the middle of a deep meditation, at a moment in my life when I also found myself to be, willingly, though perhaps less than consciously, a gypsy’s mark.
The second (and third and fourth…) time I saw a gray happened like this.
Riding to the Japanese [...]

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We worked together for one year in Japan at the same school. He lived in Hiyoshi, same as the tiny groupuscule from the Fellowship of Friends that I ran into during that year. He taught English, went to Temple University, and lived with a Japanese wife with whom he seemed to have a pretty [...]

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I’m in high school and I’m in speech class. I’m supposed to give my five minute speech on a historical figure today, only, uncharacteristically for me, I have arrived utterly unprepared.  My procrastination binge the night before ended in a procrastination overdose straight into a deep, albeit short, night’s sleep.
So I’m up this morning, [...]

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Drinking a ginger ale at an old-man bar with my friend Z, he says:
“I’m walking through the neighborhood the other night, and there are a bunch of cops hanging out across the street from a nightclub. And I overhear one of the shorter cops standing in the middle of the group say, ‘You know, [...]

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When You’re Half Awake

I had a limnal childhood. From my first overnight party in second grade, I became hooked on the magic of sleep-deprivation. Eventually, I grew older and I could no longer sustain the practice without the deficits far outweighing the benefits in terms of lost time, fatigue, and the like. But there [...]

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 DIS CLAY MER
Old Thyme-y Crypticisms are not intended to cure, eleviate or illuminate any spiritual, physical or existential maladies nor to provide love, money and ridiculous amounts of sex. Anecdotal accounts of their efficacy as a mouthwash, healing bath or hair tonic are neither verified nor countenanced.
Old Thyme-y Crypticisms are intended as a cure-ee-yo own-lee.
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Old Thyme-y Crypticisms are not intended to cure, eleviate or illuminate any spiritual, physical or existential maladies nor to provide love, money and ridiculous amounts of sex. They are meant neither to entertain nor to train, entrain or outertrain. They are not a train, a plane, or an automobile.  They neither move nor are [...]

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