Sardonic Trailers and other Myths

Published Friday, March 10, 2006 by Frank Sauce | E-mail this post

There are no trailers here; it's just a set for a german sheperd, two women, nail polish, a couch, a table, a door, a latch, a lock, a big beer and a bigger gun

It's not real, even though we might want it to be real; nothing here is real except your laugh, if you laughed or are laughing

Perhaps you cried or are crying, because you miss your old life, the life in the trailer park or perhaps you never lived in a trailer park and that life that you could have lived in a trailer park cannot happen, because you live in a house or an apartment in a city or town far from your birth or too near your birth or perhaps you were born right where you are now, only you're not being born anymore, you have been born and since you have been born, you can no longer be born again into this life that you are presently living in a city or a town where there is a place you call home, a house or an apartment in which you are currently living

Premember is not an elegant word, it's superficial and does not resound

Strange how we hold onto words, even when we have another word or groups of words in front of us that say or write what we want or need to say or write, but we hold onto the word that we have first used, even if they are developed in clever-unclever moments, when we believe we were at our cleverest, but we were or are only mildly clever

Clever does only the head make, clever does not a world or life create

2 Responses to “Sardonic Trailers and other Myths”

KRT on March 14, 2006

reforgot

reforgotten

I keep reforgetting things

my zip code

my bank account number

my childhood

first the trailer park

then the house and the apartment

and all the places inbetween

mother father sister brother ex-wife

my face mooning back from the mirror

over and over again

the premembered things
Lilly on March 19, 2006

I've noticed, O'Grady. Something fishy has been going on on your blog recently. For sure.

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