• wind to memory •

Was talking’ to a friend,
just yesterday,
about what it might be like,
to be a tree.
Then, thinking myself,
a long residing plant,
with far reaching roots,
and leaves, as individualized as snowflakes
(in fact,
just my opinion,
but, in my opinion,
snowflakes,
should be jealous),
and with
bark for skin –
an ancient oak,
or a robust redwood, perhaps,
(a.k.a., a ‘tree’),
I felt
a peace beyond understanding,
and a certain certainty.
And then,
unbidden, it came to me,
as unadorned,
and in as clear a language as can be
(tsk! So like a tree…), the words,
“I prefer the wind…
… to memory.”
~ Tim Burchfield
12/7/17

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• ain’t that history something •

Turns out, (the First)
Queen Elizabeth,
Sovereign of the Seven Seas,
and of all of Britannia to be,
‘went commando’
(and, that’s a fact),
under all of that exquisite
Elizabethan finery.
“Did I hear that right?”
I heard myself say,
recollecting.
“Well, alright, then.
Imagine that.
Ain’t that history something!”
~ Tim Burchfield
11/21/17

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• vcr day •

I’m looking at a stack of movies.(Whup, I’ve been “organizing” again… does it never END?)
I’m thinking about a VCR day.
Come to think of it, I’ve never seen Notting Hill. Can you believe it? (I’ve, finally, I think, pretty much gotten over my aversion to what’s-his-name; I hear Julia Roberts gets (got) good reviews, but I’ll be the judge of that. (My mom had a thing about ‘her mouth’. I couldn’t see it, “What, ma, it’s UPSIDE DOWN??!!” I’d speculate.
What she’d say, I couldn’t make out, something about a horse, I think…but I digress.)
Oh, man. Frantic. Paris, France, International Intrigue. Harrison Ford and Betty Something…I met her, once, at an elevator landing. It was on the fritz. The elevator. You know, for a little woman, she could make a big sound. Still, though, thoroughly nice, to the core, to be sure, and neat as a pin, and, “Oh, my,” (as my Gran used to say,) “She’s no bigger ’round, than a MINUTE!!”
BUCKLEY. Betty. SEE!!?
I knew I’d get it, eventually. (Not exactly one for the quick comeback. I shall be the first to admit it. Insult me at midnight, and I shall have devised such a Retort of Devastation that you’d just better be glad that I didn’t come up with it ’till three, when you, like most sane folk, are somewhere safe, neatly tucked in bed, and sound asleep. But, I digress.)
Wow! I haven’t seen The Mummy since forever. (I wonder if the CGI will ‘hold up’, and, oh, heck, I haven’t been really, really bugged, by what’s-his-name, the fake Tarzan dude, in years. I don’t think I’ll even get nauseated, just looking at him, and that’s before he speaks…as I once may have done. See? That’s progress.
What? Moulin Rouge!!? God, I love, that, what’s-his-name, that Brit, Jim Broadbent, I think (see, I could just look at the box, but such is the ethical aspect of my views on ‘research’, it these days of, “Cause I said so.” Hey, I grew up in (such) days….”Don’t bother me with the FACTS son!” Oh, dear, I’m getting all verklempt, just thinking about it, it’s like Old Home Week.)
I love Broadbent’s voice, and style, and seamless expertise, whew!!
Oh, man. Casablanca…forgive me, I think I may have got a little light-headed, there.
Where was I, oh, yes.
How I used to adore a VCR.
And, as to movies, and whot-not, I’ve got too many to count. How I’ve loved them, over the years. I’ve been away, too long, I feel.
So, why not, maybe…renew an old love affair?
But then (this may need a re-think), there’s…what’s-his-name…
~ Tim Burchfield
11/12/17

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• no occasion for glib •

Yes, the situation with North Korea is very worrying, with the direst of consequences to all of mankind a seemingly very real possibility, and it seems we are on a collision course with history, but it also seems that this kind of thing is inevitable because of a flaw in our (collective) thinking, and I don’t know if there is anything we can do about it. Trump (et al.) aren’t the cause, he’s (they’re) the result. As long as we allow (and encourage, and teach to our children) (that) irrational beliefs should be the basis for nearly every aspect of our decision making, on a daily basis, at every tier of society, and at every personal level, then wild, uncontrollable, narcissistic, psychopathic personalities will always ‘float to the top of the political food chain’, and (now, with nuclear proliferation) we shall ever be upon the precipice of worldwide destruction. (Bummer.) We are upon a ‘cusp of choosing’, and I don’t know how it is going to turn out, but I am convinced that these circumstances we are facing today (and/or those to follow) are either gong to eventually destroy our species, or bring about a new and better way of rational thinking, in our everyday lives, a new and more efficient (and egalitarian) paradigm, which rightly moves away from a daily ritualistic investment in ancient, brutal Bronze Age mythologies, and adopts a more rational, rubbish-discarding, forward-looking, problem-solving view, with the good of all mankind, and with a view to being benefactors of life on Earth in general and to becoming caring and conscientious custodians of the planet. (Good luck with that.) In any case, should we fail, Life will go on, without us. I remain hopeful, not for humanity, as such, but for the planet. I doubt very seriously that it would have cause to miss us. Not that I don’t love us, because I do. I rally, rally do.
~ Tim Burchfield
8/9/17

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• an equal opportunity assessor •

“When I’m out on the street,
regardless of age, race, creed, sexual orientation, size, gender, what-have-you,
I pretty much always use the same unbiased assessment,
with everyone I meet:
‘Human being, human being, human being, human being,
…asshole…
human being, human being, human being’.”
~ Tim Burchfield
8/3/17

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• a time before meaning •

If the ‘Big Bang’,
is how the universe got its start,
and as
(as evidenced by the fact
that the night sky
is not as bright
as day)
most stars out there
are so far away
that their light has not yet
reached us,
then how can it be
that nothing travels, in space,
faster than the speed of light?
The key may be
in those two words,
‘in space’.
It seems
there may be here,
a case, for special pleading.
For who can know what was,
in the instant before space and time?
Certainly a time before time,
doubtless, a time before meaning,
in the, ‘it’s good to be alive’, sense:
a spur, friend,
to go on asking questions,
at the very least, I should think –
something akin
to The Big Vacuum, possibly?
Or, even, at a stretch,
The Big Potentiality?
For what is life,
if not potentiality,
like childhood friends,
listening for the ‘count’,
in a game of ‘hide and seek’,
where, we all shout,
“Allee, allee, in come free!”
eventually?
~ Tim Burchfield
6/29/17

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• life is a good experience.•

Spent a soothing Sunday
faffing about –
walking the dogs,
and hanging out.
Went for a lovely bike ride,
wind in my hair,
all the other walkers and bikers
and runners were out there,
taking in the sunshine
and the cool of the evening.
Nestled on the couch with my best buds,
JoJo and Shaye,
watching episodes of Time Team, and snacking on frozen grapes
and strawberries –
(‘snacky treats’, for they).
Woke up with ‘look up faff’ in my head.
Faff, huh. Nifty, nay?
Off to work, now,
in the tradition
of dinosaur-avoiding early ancestors of old,
exploiting a nighttime economy.
Life is a good experience,
if you make it that way.
~ Tim Burchfield
6/28/17

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