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Sunday, January 04, 2009

boxes and crackers

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This was yesterdays post but I forgot it in the hurly burly of yesterday morning, you know the bagel situation; so now I am faced with, no hold on, I am reminded of, no wait I am certain that we all have our boxes and it is up to us how we think 'out of them' as it were. I am, fortunately, provided with a teeny tiny box so it is easy for me to think outside of mine. Others, unfortunately, are equipped with huge boxes that they have no hope of ever thinking outside of nor even getting close to the edge of their big ol' box. I, in fact, have a poem about this very situation. Its called 'The Box'. It was written a long time ago, by me.

I read this poem, and then I read it again, and I decided it is not positive enough for how I feel right now. It made sense almost 15 years ago but it doesnt make sense now. I will fax it to you if you really want to see it, its not in the system I would have to either scan it or retype it.

Trust me though it does make some sense.

Instead here is a cracker recipe:

1/2 c Butter Or Margarine
1 1/2 c Unbleached Flour; Sifted
1/2 t Salt
1 t Baking Powder
1 ds Cayenne Pepper
2 c Cheddar; Extra Sharp, finely grated.

Stir the dry ingredients into a bowl and then cut in the butter to
resemble cornmeal. Blend in the cheddar cheese with a fork until
well blended. Mix in the remaining ingredients and shape into
1 1/2 to 2-inch rolls. Chill for 30 to 40 minutes in the
refrigerator and then slice each roll into slices about 1/4-inch
thick.

Bake on an ungreased cookie sheet at 400 degrees F for about
10 minutes. Remove from cookie sheet and let cool. Store the
cooled crackers in airtight containers in a cool place. They will
keep for several weeks this way and if you freeze them, they will
last indefinitely.

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The Box

Back in the box. Back in the box thinking. Back in the box thinking my worn out thoughts of worn out things and worrying about wasting away. Worrying that wisdom is in the mind of the believer. Worrying that beauty grows on you. Worrying that I am worrying for nothing. Wasting away worrying and wondering. Wonder whether you wonder too and crying. Crying in my box. Crying in my box and thinking my worn out thoughts and worrying that I am wasting away.

Time drags on rags on drags on so I worry about time. About time. About time. Its about time I walked. Its about time I walked to the edge. Its about time I walked to the edge to look. Its about time I walked to the edge to look but not leap but to look. To look over the edge. To look over the edge of life and laugh. To laugh at the edge and live. Its about time I lived. Its about time I lived on the edge of life.

The will. The will to live. To leave the box and live. Live another life. Live another life with love. Not worry. Not worry. Not worry.

The box must die. The box must die. The box must die a brutal death or be sold. Sold to the devil. Sold to the devil to die. I worry the box wont die. Kill the box and kill the thoughts and kill the wasted love. The box has no mother. The box has no father, no brother. The box has no life. The box has no life. How can I. How can I kill the box if the box has no life? I am the life in the box. I am the wasted love I am the wasted thoughts. I am the box.

I am not the box. Take the box to the edge. Take the box to the edge and push it over the side. Push it over the edge and watch it smash to pieces as it hits bottom.Push the box over the edge and make it crash. Make the box crash over the edge.

Live on the edge. Live on the edge and look. Live on the edge and look at the box below. Live on the edge and look at the box below and wonder. Wonder whether rats will live in the pieces. Wonder if I forgot anything. Wonder if now I'm in a new box, now I'm in a new box, now I'm in a new box.

Copyright CG 1990-2009

24 comments:

Harmony said...

I am definitely wanting to see that poem.

Thanks for the cracker recipe...I am going to have to give that a try, my kids love crackers!

Anette said...

Are you sure you cant post your poem? In a scanned version maybe? If not, mail it, I can always need som poetry! A bit of butter and cheese on a cracker that will do!

ap said...

I want to see the poem too!

The Blonde Duck said...

I love crackers with spinach dip. Oh yum!

starrlife said...

I'm in for posting the poem. I LOVE this cracker recipe and can't wait to try it! Glad to hear you're feeling positive lately man!

TavoLini said...

You know, I have never made crackers. That sounds like a good snack food to have around. Do they taste kind of like goldfish?

Jeanne said...

Seriously? Making your own pornographic crackers?

I think you need to share the poem with us.

buffalodick said...

That's something I've been meaning to try...

Jill said...

Connubial Crackers!

snugs said...

sometimes your depth suprises me..

doggybloggy said...

I posted the poem, I guess I was a little too lazy to type it again but it took no time at all....

ap said...

Oh I love your poem!!! It's brooding, but with the angst to get out of the box. At worst, you'll find a new box, but maybe your new box will have windows or maybe a shorter brim so you can peek out more easily and not have to worry about your weight shifting to the top and tipping you over as if from a cliff to hit the incoming tide below allowing the foam to creep into the box giving you a shallow sea bath.

Chef E said...

Kewl poem...and that cracker/cookie pic is awesome! Down right his'steer-I-call...okay I am in a weird mood today...

I bow down oh blog master...

Photonuts said...

I think there should be a joke with that picture...a good dirty one!

Just telling it like it is said...

Ohhh how I wish I were a baker...

Mandi said...

Hey - I am assuming that this post "The Box' is actually the poem??? Am I right???

OOh I just read your comment and I was right. Its good to reread things that we wrote, its nice to know that you are not in that place right now - so celebrate how far you have come!!!!

Those crackers cracked me up!!! hee hee hee, it reminded me of something my Dad used to do when I was younger. He would get up on Sunday morning and make pancakes in the shapes of animals - I dont recall any of our animals in that particular position!!!

Ha ha ha.........have a good one!!

Anette said...

Thats a good poem! Make me think about the boxes we all probably live in, they are just different thats all. I was thinking, being inside my box, I look at one wall feeling trapped but if I turn I find that an other wall is changed, maybe thinner, maybe with a window, maybe with a ladder to climb over it. The walls of my box keep changing and I can't see them all at the same time since I'm inside the box..

Micky-T said...

I liked the poem.

Feels like I've been there, wherever you were when you wrote it.

starrlife said...

Thanks for sharing the poem - I loved it and can relate very well to it!

doggybloggy said...

anette: there is definitely a 'box resolve' attitude whereby you just accept the box you are in and then there is a 'hermit crab' attitude whereby you keep needing bigger boxes - and I am sure there are many more

micky t: I dont know if I ever left or just accepted that I am 'there'

starrlife: I am glad...and I am glad you relate...

Harmony said...

Love your poem...the idea of "new boxes" being stages in our ever evolving lives...perfect!

Joie de vivre said...

The angst in that poem is palpable!

justeatfood said...

Can't wait to make your crackers! I will also make some in ahem...compromising positions. I don't have kids to scare so no worries there.

Best,
Emily
www.justeatfood.com

writermama said...

i'm another in a long line wanting to see the poem.

--writermama

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