Day: August 17, 2023

pressure songpressure song

Tetman Callis 0 Comments 5:02 pm

i have got to find a way and
there has to be a way and
i have got to find a way and
there has to be a way and
i have got to find a way and
there has to be a way and
i must find it

i have got to find a way and
there must be a way and
i have got to find a way and
there must be a way and
i have got to find a way and
there must be a way and
there must be a way and
i must find it

i have got to get away to get away to get away
and there must be a way to get away to get away
and i must make a way to get away to get away
and i know i’ll get away i’ll get away i’ll get away
and i know there is a way to get away to get away
and i will make it

i will focus on my bliss on my bliss on my bliss
i will focus on my bliss it’s a part of every bliss
i will take a few deep breaths a few deep breaths a few deep breaths
i will focus on the bliss all is bliss all is bliss
all is bliss goddammit all is bliss

(Copyright 2000, 2023 by Tetman Callis.)

the body mechanicthe body mechanic

Tetman Callis 0 Comments 6:02 am

standing we’ll sing a rational anthem,
clamping our hands flat firm to our chests over the locations
where we believe our hearts to be.
yes they’re there fluttering and pumping.

we sing.

we feel in our palms the thumping of those hearts,
feel in our bones over ribs and sternums the buzzy
vibrations of our voices as so loudly we hail
the triumph of every well-considered thought and aptly-planned act.

we sing the body mechanic,
ever fruitful in its justly-measured ways.
we stop our song precisely when it’s done,
returning our hands to our sides.

our bones now quiet,
we sit,
scarcely feeling what may as well be our hearts.

(Copyright 2023 by Tetman Callis.)

Tetman Callis 0 Comments 6:00 am

“There is nothing more beautiful than the dolphin when swimming a few feet below the surface, on a bright day. It is the most elegantly formed, and also the quickest fish, in salt water; and the rays of the sun striking upon it, in its rapid and changing motions, reflected from the water, make it look like a stray beam from a rainbow.” – Richard Henry Dana, Two Years Before the Mast