The Secret to Everything
Posted by Esteban
You know me. I am Charles Montagu, first Earl of Halifax. My father cut sugar cane in Hawai’i. That was a long time ago. I wrote poetry. I invented the helicopter. I exploded into microscopic fragments at the Piggly Wiggly. You were in the next aisle, and I believe our atoms became mixed.
Take a look at what you’re buying. It grows on a tree, and beneath the tree the grass grows verdant in the splendor of the morning. The workers load the cart. What’s next? The packaging is beautiful! Boxes and boxes and boxes! Open the boxes! Inside the boxes are my remnants: guar gum, high furctose corn syrup, palm oil. All these things you know. Remember how you came here? You took the highway. You stepped on the breaks. At the stoplight, you looked over: there I was in my little Focus. I smiled and you rolled down the window.
“Hello!” I said, but the music was too loud. The light changed. Off we went. Ever since, you’ve been wondering what that song was. Google gives you nothing.
Here’s what that thing about the atoms means: I am you and you are me. That’s the secret to everything. Because when I pour sugar on my Froot Loops, it’s you who comes dancing through the twinkling stars, just like on TV. You made me a sandwich with Hellmann’s mayonnaise. You flew above the clouds. You came tumbling into my consciousness just to hear that one goddamned song.
Funk me, it’s Friday! | 16 May 2008: play or right-click here to download.
Set list:
Ju-Par Universal Orchestra: Funky Music
Stretch: Why Did You Do It
Moon People: Hippy-Skippy Moon Stomp
Zalatnay Sarolta: Egyszer
Breakestra: Don’t Need A Dance
Glen Anthony Henry: Fired Up
Funkatized: Monster Funk
DJ Soup: Where’s the Spoon?
Resin Dogs: Thunder
The Triumphs: Burnt Biscuits
Ripple: I Don’t Know What It Is, But It Sure Is Funky
Betty Wright: If You Ain’t Got It
Eric and the Vikings: Get Off The Streets, Y’all
Bernard Purdie: Cold Sweat
Gangsters: Smoke
Charles Wright & The 103rd Watts Street Rythm Band: Fried Okra
James Brown with the Louie Bellson Orchestra, Oliver Nelson, Conducting: September Song
Carla Thomas: Any Day Now
Hear the true funk every Friday at -=Clockwork=- from 7-8 (ish)!
In the morning, when I was looking at the computer and feeling bored, I found my pretty picture on this. Thank you for making my happy day Esteban! plus immensely marvelous poetic writing!
i know what you mean about mixing atoms.
there’s precious little on google, because
of “placement” tactics used by websites
you weren’t looking for anyway. the real
results don’t show until about 15 pages
into search; by that time, the atoms are
already etherial, more like a gas than
anything you can put a finger on. you are
the whiff that remains of your after shave
and shampoo after you leave, and whatever
you’ve been smoking, a whiff of stale garlic,
a molecular wasteland accompanied by music.
@ cranach: I’m so happy!
@ Seraphine: Sometimes when I read your comments, I think I’ve gotten caught in a loop and am reading one of my own posts! (Er, that’s a compliment?)