Berlin

Speaking of metaphors of reinvention, to Berlin.

Land there on Saint Patrick's Day, casting out the snakes in me pants.

Will be searching for runes amidst the ruin of ruins rebuilt.

The Mothers of (Re)invention

The grace is this: I am forced to reinvent myself. All those Gaulloise-smoking existentialists merely talk of creating themselves; this is life. Life.

This "joblessnessness" makes me:

• define "work"
• label myself with new tags
• surrender
• accept
• ferret out possibility
• expect surprise
• welcome change
• create opportunity
• insert verbs
• shake hands with gerunds
• dangle participles
• delight in expletives
• pronounce ejaculations
• foment accord in tune with discord
• denounce resentment
• nurture gratitude

Such is The Proletarian Litany of Lost and Found Dreams.