{"id":1026,"date":"2016-06-30T21:38:17","date_gmt":"2016-06-30T11:38:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/?p=1026"},"modified":"2017-12-15T22:54:59","modified_gmt":"2017-12-15T12:54:59","slug":"id-never-eat-your-shoe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/2016\/06\/30\/id-never-eat-your-shoe\/","title":{"rendered":"I&#8217;d never eat your shoe"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A sudden <a href=\"http:\/\/halfpoet.blogspot.com.au\/2016\/07\/plosm.html\">plosm<\/a> creates echoes. Later i exhume the body of an old pet, and notice that the chickens are all gone. So now is the time for wine and music&#8230; the blood on my fingers.. picking up the guitar the snow begins to fall, cooling my mind like a song.<\/p>\n<p>Several days at home with my daughter, who has a fractured tibia. We do puzzles together. It&#8217;s winter now so I endlessly am chopping and carting wood, avoiding the weather, being sat on by my cats. Me and my million progeny extend to the horizons.<\/p>\n<p>The world is suspiciously paused. Half the people think they want a revolution because they read about it in the paper. The world is sinking, but ever so slowly. People only notice it at the fringes.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.trailhiking.com.au\/the-bluff-trail\/http:\/\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-1027\" src=\"http:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/The-Bluff-Trail-500x212.jpg\" alt=\"The-Bluff-Trail\" width=\"500\" height=\"212\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/The-Bluff-Trail-500x212.jpg 500w, https:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/The-Bluff-Trail-320x135.jpg 320w, https:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/The-Bluff-Trail.jpg 650w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.trailhiking.com.au\/the-bluff-trail\/\">View along the bluff trail<\/a><\/p>\n<p>When walking in up in the Victorian Alps near Howqua, with some friends last spring, i was listening to the ravens and their strange half-human language which has been echoing around those mountains for millennia.\u00a0 Suddenly i felt light headed and as i sat down i fainted and drifted off into a dream for all eternity.\u00a0 Coming around with my friends shaking me, i looked at the mountains around me and felt completely confused as to what part of my life i was supposed to be living. It rushed back eventually and then i spent the rest of the walk worrying that i&#8217;d faint and embarrass myself again. But the experience of my identity unravelling like that was on the whole really refreshing. What i liked was the heady feeling of unconcern for my own mortal wellbeing. It&#8217;s a truism but once you&#8217;re dead you really don&#8217;t worry about being dead &#8211; the terror of death is a burden for the living alone.<\/p>\n<p>Such a short holiday.. soon Sanskrit will take up all my time again. I was reading <a href=\"http:\/\/davidgodman.org\/\">David Godman&#8217;s pages<\/a> again this week and perhaps what i&#8217;ll do eventually is translate the Arunachala Mahatmyam. When I imagine myself in India again it&#8217;s either in the mountains or somewhere south.. these are always strangely lucid dreams, full of odd psychic vapours.<\/p>\n<p>My other fascinations abound and are squeezed into these holiday periods.. <a href=\"https:\/\/soundcloud.com\/muletonic\">recording music<\/a>, reading about all the minerals in the world, and the metals, following the damn politicians..<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A sudden plosm creates echoes. Later i exhume the body of an old pet, and notice that the chickens are all gone. So now is the time for wine and music&#8230; the blood on my fingers.. picking up the guitar the snow begins to fall, cooling my mind like a song. Several days at home &#8230; <a title=\"I&#8217;d never eat your shoe\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/2016\/06\/30\/id-never-eat-your-shoe\/\" aria-label=\"Read more about I&#8217;d never eat your shoe\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1027,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[20,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1026","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-drunken","category-inchiki-news"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1026","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1026"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1026\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1041,"href":"https:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1026\/revisions\/1041"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1027"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1026"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1026"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.forkword.com\/plog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1026"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}