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Shining glass coloured pendula.

She cautiously stepped over &
Around the soggying and stoned
Of saturday’s beat into the yellow
Room – in the yellow room, rays
Of rubyish red arc from the floor
To the other surfaces from the
Middling smudge of the green lamp
On the bed.
How in the world? she could cultivate
Another sludg’d grain
Of a grudge in such a catacomb of
Honey as this was beyond them –
They were too busy gnashing their
Terrible teeth from bare angelic
Balconies of woven wheat and
Conducting all the feet-up
Chitterings and wine spills of
Febrile pontificated myth-sowing
That the evenings always seemed
To bring. Broken metal wires
(and bent) meant that oscillation
Was somewhat delayed but
Eventually and fortuitously the
Necessary metal horse-hairs were
Procured and when the last
Caribbean coffee bean was squeezed
Of its richness a solid graph of
Pure work and satisfaction was
Painted back across the hanging
Turquine shimmer and the breath
Held shy in the chest for a sec
And then eyes met eyes and eyes
Met eyes and eyes met eyes until
All eyes were met and a web of
Fish catching and unison regard
Of all this that was happening and
Of their own operating within
Seated and giggling Indra }{}{}{#*

Quitting smoking in the raw present.

Are you plagued by the cruel dichotomy of wanting to healthily quit tobacco-smoking whilst genuinely enjoying the act in itself (it HAS been a human pastime since we started recording time after-and-before-all!)? If so, take some time to examine the subjective psychological struts that prop up your own dependence on nicotine and see if you can’t kick a few out – are you holding onto that time when yourself or someone you may hold closer told you it was cool to smoke, and if so is that serving any purpose today other than the maintenance of your fiendish habit?… Alan Watts used to talk about an idea that; as children, we played a game with ourselves whereby the object was to elongate the amount of time before the commencement of any desired activity (“putting something off”) – whether it be eating sweets or going to the park after you’ve tidied your room, it was always sweeter or more enchanting if one had forced oneself to WAIT beforehand.
When this logic, then, is transposed back onto the abstaining from the deadly brown leaf, you can passively (and therefore quite easily) recapture the feel that it is you who are, psychologically speaking, in control of the decision/impulse to smoke or ‘the smoker’ – and from that perspective (alone) should you decide to quit – if that’s what you want to do. THE FOLLOWING should be on the bottom-front-and-back of fag packets (aren’t YOU sick of the impotent scaremongering on ’em currently?!): “If you want to get MORE ENJOYMENT/FLAVOUR out of your lovely delicious cigarettes, put them off, smoking less often and therefore giving your lungs a well needed chance to rebuild!” but alas, all we have at the moment are pictures of dead folk to show us just how resolutely and roundly DEAD we will be if we carry on – like some inane photographic old wives’ tale!
It’s as simple as, when you want a cigarette, really zone in on that pulling part of your psyche that seems to implore that you have one and open up a conversation with it – it’s a bit of you! Ask yourself questions like “how long, I wonder, does one of my cravings really last?” and observe the answer to your own question – watch the craving end! THEN review if you really do want a cigarette. It is hard but you’ll start to see that YOU are the master of the whole game – YOU are “the smoker”! Right that’s all for now, I’m just off to have a tasty stick of smouldering hypocrisy…