Line Sea-Eater

I went to the bird store and they had a new kind of bird for sale. The owner was Chinese and he told me the name of the bird. He said it was a "line sea-eater". In English, "line", not "lion". So it is confusing. I am glad he explained the name to me. I do not know the meaning, but that is what he called it. It was a beautiful bird. I did not get a good look at it in its cage because it was high on the wall above the line of my eyes so I could barely see her. She had a white breast and dark feathers above the breast and a dark head. She was beautiful. I hope next time I go to the bird store they have more of them and they are at eye level so I can get a good look at her and hear her song.

There were so many birds, but I was focused on the new one, the "line sea-eater". To eat the sea? What poetry. As Saint Augustine said that eternity was like trying to empty the sea and put it into a hole in the sand, which would be impossible for a man, yet it is easy for the good God. And here we have a line that eats the sea? The blue horizon? The circumference of the circle around the eyes of the sailor perched in the crow's nest. I hope to learn more about the new bird at our bird store. It is next to the auto shop that my father used to go to called "Chris and Charlie's" on Atlantic Avenue.

Go to your local pet store and listen to the birds sing. Werner Herzog was wrong In "Burden of Dreams" [which should properly be called "Burden of Nightmares"]. They do not screech in pain, they cry out with Joy to the good God as Saint Francis spoke of. It is only that the wicked do not understand the language of the animals as Adam did, and as the Holy Ghost does. I do not understand the language but I do understand that all the creatures praise the Lord with everything they do, even if they are not eternal like mankind and the angels are.

Actually it is not as poetic, it is called the "line seed-eater", it is just that Chinese sounds like gibberish to English people:

Deja Vu

As I was walking, I passed a house with a beautiful garden. Then on the next block I saw a house with morning glories out front and I saw them. Then I walked to the next block and it was the block before once again with the same flowers, the same houses and the same everything. Deja vu? Once again as it was as it ever shall be. The devil is playing tricks on me. So I laughed at the devil and walked forward to the next block and it was different (106th ST) and then I finished my morning walk and went back on to my own home. The snare was broken, I was delivered by the hands of the Lord. When I go to meetings they try to tell me that every meeting is the same. As Nietzche believed, we are in a trap of eternal sameness. One lives and dies an infinite number of times and every lifetime is identical. Nothing ever changes. But we know this is false and we have one life to live and have free will and God is always watching us and protecting us.

Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle.
Protect us from the snares of the enemy.

Protect us from deja vu.
"a glitch in the matrix?" I must have watched that movie a dozen times, rarely from the beginning. I preferred Kung Fu Hustle.
From the album Deja Vu. "Helpless". "Blue, blue windows behind the stars / Yellow moon's on the rise" written by Neil Young of Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young.

Beware, children, the song is a snare:

For Elisabeth

The moon is dry,
The sun is wet.
Squint your eyes,
It never sets;

Remember, Dear,
When you may roam,
You're only a step
Away from home.

A Birthday Poem by Julian Moore.

As Adam, Early in the Morning

5/24/29 Adam A

30. As Adam, early in the morning,
Walking forth from the bower, refresh'd with sleep;
Behold me where I pass--hear my voice--approach,
Touch me-- touch the palm of your hand to my Body as you pass;
Be not afraid of my Body.

-Walt Whitman

https://www.bartleby.com/142/30.html

!408! (steps)

Coffee and Pinball

I met two old friends tonight for Coffee and Pinball. Matthew and Andrea from Barnes and Noble Cafe. We talked of old times. When we were young before . . . In the joy of our youth and our blissful ignorance before the piper called . . . We laughed the whole time . . . we are friends. We laughed and laughed and talked about our knowledge. About the creepy things and fairie land. And Andrea spoke about how the moonlight is silver and I said the sunlight is gold, and she admitted that the moon is made of cheese, green cheese, said I.

Old names came up, Michelle, a girl I had a crush on. I had a crush on all the girls in the Barnes and Noble Cafe. Old loves when I was ignorant and thought love was not for keeps. I have never laughed so much as when we talked. It was a joyful night and I hope there are more to come. Andrea said we should meet again. Perhaps she could come to my neighborhood, or I could come to her's. We met half-way. In Ridgewood.

The coffee shop was called Milk and Pull. I came to the address and it was a common windowed door of a residential apartment building in the middle of the block with a sign saying there were no menus outside, but it was not a storefront. Then I walked a few blocks and prayed and I came back and the coffee shop was now on the corner with the same address and was a regular coffee shop with a top notch espresso machine, not an apartment. Andrea is wiser than I am. She knows so much. I am slow, I can barely even count bills as change and I cannot yet shuffle quarters. I am just a boy. We laughed and laughed and laughed.

We played pinball. Star Trek and The Lord of the Rings and poetry and movies. It was cool and breezy as we talked and the heat melted like a glacier in the summer sun. We talked about the people in our old life when we were together. And laughed at our follies. All of our follies. Ignorance and sins. How none of us were taught anything by our parents and we were left to figure it all out on our own.

Does any of this make sense?

On Monday I am applying for a job. Pray that I get it. There was a help wanted sign. I want to be a bus boy at a diner. I would be happy to have it as a job. Any money is good. I went to the Diner today with my father for breakfast and the waiter's name was Jesus Christ. He gave me a penny that was minted on my birthday and I gave him a dollar and my father added on to give a good tip. When I first went to the hospital after my problems started the ambulance technician's name was Adonai. The good God is watching over us.

I have to learn how to work well. I haven't worked since I had my breakdown eleven years ago, but now I think I am ready. I want to work hard and be ordered around and do good work for the love of God. My father said I am a leader. I think I am a watcher. How the man who built the Brooklyn Bridge was in a bed in an apartment with a view of the water and he commanded the crew from his bed. My mother said my instincts are good.

Life is very frightening but hopeful and happy. When I get scared I pray the Ave Maris Stella because I was Baptized in the Church of Our Lady Star of the Sea. Guide me back to port, my sweet Mother.

People are awake and some are still asleep. I am believing in Fatima now though it is a mystery. And that things are not as they seem. You cannot trust anyone, even your own eyes because there are motes and beams and if you do not cry enough tears you might just be blind and have no idea what you are seeing. We think we know things but we know nothing.