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A Change of Perception

Written on August 29, 2006 by Rhett Soveran in Featured

If you don’t know this already, I have an eye problem. I see in paradoxes, quite literally (possibly figuratively). My sight, as it stands, is not that bad. It’s around -1. But here is the kicker! Kick! I have a defect! WHAT? A defect. It’s true, I am not perfect. My eyes don’t see together and therefore I see double. So, I am seeing double, but I am really only looking at one thing. Two opposing views that create a truth? Ha! I’m brilliant. Or O.D.D.

But, in this 2D world, I have been forced to conform and get glasses to correct my paradoxical nature. Which, for the most part, I enjoy. It is much easier to see when you aren’t seeing double. It should also be noted that I only got glasses to correct this issue about a year ago or less. So before that my brain had gotten pretty good at ignoring the extra vision. Though before I got the glasses it had been getting worse and during that time I noticed that I was more sheepish because I could not see people, so I wouldn’t look up, etc…

But, after the glasses, I regained a visual confidence that I had lost. I was free to enjoy the world of single-vision-ness. Today, I forgot to wear my glasses. And it all came creeping back. The true pain, the cross of the paradox, that I must bear so that I can inform you! of the great paradoxes of life. Love me, because without my glasses, I need a confidence boost.

That’s all for this forgetful four-eyed frere,
The Soveran

PS – I changed the template and put in very important dates to remember!

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Marriage–A Lifetime or a Minute

Written on August 28, 2006 by Rhett Soveran in Featured

It just occured to me, while thinking about the traditional definition and status of marriage, that silence is often equated to a static state (sssssssssssss!). But I wonder if silence doesn’t provoke change.

Let me go through this. Marriage, at least in its traditional sense, is a failing institution (please note, I say this as I am about to get married in 5 days). There is always this throwback to the 50s when, well goshdarnit, things just made more sense. There wasn’t so much filth in the world and frankly, we will never be that happy again. In fact, heaven, might actually resemble the 50s and a good Christian nuclear family…

Okay, okay, nothing about what I am saying is all that new or creative. But, from what I understand, what came in the 60s is a reaction to the silence. I suppose we could separate silence and say… some oppressive force… but lets not. Silence works, either way.

I was just thinking–barring a discussion on homosexual marriage–that there are certain parties, and I heard them on CBC Radio today, that want to keep marriage locked up–keep it silent. There ain’t no problems here, just leave us alone, we were fine before all you… ruffians showed up. The problem is, the ruffians want in and how do you stop a ruffian? Well with a hose spraying water, but you have to remember that we are in Pilgrim-village and these sort of advancements have been largely rejected…

Okay. So, I am rambling. I believe in marriage, but not just (and I mean just) the 50s version, but every version. Like language, what a good comparison, it is a living and growing thing. I think my marriage may in fact resemble the marriage that was so adored in years past, how could it not, but it won’t be limited either.

Drink milk, love life.

PS – I found out this morning that my, what I thought was, a first edition of Gone with the Wind is nothing more than a fake! Mine has Roman numerals and not numbers… but it looks the same, so I will keep telling people it is a first edition. So, if I tell you it is, just smile and believe everything I say.

PPS – If you know any good places to go in Montreal, let me know!!!

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A Moment of Silence for Pluto

Written on August 24, 2006 by Rhett Soveran in Featured

Who do we think we are?

Hey, you! Ya, you! You aren’t a planet, you slow dwarf sphere! You are too far away from us to fit in with the regular crowd. WE of the planet EARTH, knower of all knowledge, keeper of all Grandma’s keepsakes, here and now reject you from the system of our solar star. You, Pluto, are not fit to be held within the oval rings of our self-centered universe!

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A Thought on Death

The other day I was reading the CBC website and–I wish I had saved the link, but I didn’t and I don’t feel like searching for the article–apparently, after a bronzed day of fighting Canadian (Allied) troops in Afghanistan were allowing Taliban fighters to retrieve their dead. Which is significant. Even in the guerilla warfare of Afghanistan has some semblance of a gentleman’s war. I suppose it’s good for civilian morale and respectful. But, I guess it really made me realize that beyond the pratical need to be respectful, death is powerful. Enough to stop two enemies in order that proper respects to the individual lives, even if we consider those lives to be terrorist or terrible. What a bizarre world we live in.

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Thoughts at 115.

Written on August 22, 2006 by Rhett Soveran in Featured

Today, I turned 115 years old. The sun rose in the east, across the Centre Street bridge like it did yesterday. It was a bit more orange today though and I wondered if the sun was burning the dawn smoke from forest fires kilometres away. The Bow River rippled, barely a foot above the rocks, and even though the dew had not yet lifted off the petals of the tiger lillies I wondered what it would feel like to lay my body in the water–would I float or my old bones catch like a shopping bag, an old rag, in the rocks. But today is a good day and I feel like I am 105 again, when Sally still walked with me or that lady in Paris who forgot my name, but made it to 122. Calgary isn’t what it used to be and sometimes I wonder what they have done to the water.

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And in the eternal words of Scarlett O’Hara, brought to my attention by one Kimmy Beach… a few years ago:

Scarlett: Well, you know, Rhett, money does help, and, of course, I am fond of you. Well, if I said I was madly in love with you, you’d know I was lying.

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Mother F***** Snakes!

Written on August 21, 2006 by Rhett Soveran in Featured

And we are back. Look people, I have a new job, my wedding is near, and soon shall be the time of my triumphant return to the internet. And since I have nothing to do right now, I am going to tell you about the greatest movie of the summer.

Snakes on a Plane is the must movie for our day, our time, and our people. Who’s people? Our people. That’s right, Samuel L. is ready to take you to the next level. He is a preacher beyond preachers. His inspirational role will transfigure your dreams into a reality of cinematic adventure…

Alright, I can’t keep this up. But, you should definitely go to the website and send someone a voice message from Sam Jackson. I did enjoy the movie for the pure ridiculous entertainment and seeing so many peices of anatomy bit by snakes–the boob my was my favourite. But then again, when wouldn’t it be my favourite?

Until a more enlightening post, I am your rockstarpoet.