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The Gargoyle
Aug. 24th, 2010 06:56 pm“Accidents ambush the unsuspecting, often violently, just like love.”
-- “The Gargoyle” by Andrew Davidson
Well, I don’t know about love, but, yeah, accidents can be pretty bad. I did an early, early morning mow, trying to beat the heatwave that way. Rushing through this chore before the sun overtakes me and beats the hell out of me, I try to adjust the height of the mower in mid-mow, being rather careless about it. I need to keep in mind, when I’m mowing, that I am working with a burning fire, even if it is a well-controlled fire. In hurriedly forcing the wheel-adjustment, I bumped the back of my right hand against the engine-block, OOWWWIEEEE!
In my next life, I need to remember not to let my youth pass away vainly without learning some useful skills and knowledge, such as basic first aid. While I’m at it, maybe I should also learn carpentry skills or plumbing, something that pays. Literature, philosophy, and poetry are grand, but men cannot live on words and beautiful ideas alone, unless you are really, really good at it and perhaps more than a little lucky.
Speaking of which, I picked up “The Gargoyle” this afternoon for a second reading, about the hedonistic porn star who loses his penis in a car accident and discovers love. It has only been a couple of years since this little literary sensation broke onto the world stage and I got in on it. Although I loved this romantic storytelling, I was worried that it could stand another couple of years on my shelves, ripening for a more enjoyable rereading. However, I am glad that I gave in to this impulse, as I find myself getting absorbed into the novel all over again. I am enjoying Augustine’s “City of God” immensely, but it’s nice to have something light and dreamy on the side.
-- “The Gargoyle” by Andrew Davidson
Well, I don’t know about love, but, yeah, accidents can be pretty bad. I did an early, early morning mow, trying to beat the heatwave that way. Rushing through this chore before the sun overtakes me and beats the hell out of me, I try to adjust the height of the mower in mid-mow, being rather careless about it. I need to keep in mind, when I’m mowing, that I am working with a burning fire, even if it is a well-controlled fire. In hurriedly forcing the wheel-adjustment, I bumped the back of my right hand against the engine-block, OOWWWIEEEE!
In my next life, I need to remember not to let my youth pass away vainly without learning some useful skills and knowledge, such as basic first aid. While I’m at it, maybe I should also learn carpentry skills or plumbing, something that pays. Literature, philosophy, and poetry are grand, but men cannot live on words and beautiful ideas alone, unless you are really, really good at it and perhaps more than a little lucky.
Speaking of which, I picked up “The Gargoyle” this afternoon for a second reading, about the hedonistic porn star who loses his penis in a car accident and discovers love. It has only been a couple of years since this little literary sensation broke onto the world stage and I got in on it. Although I loved this romantic storytelling, I was worried that it could stand another couple of years on my shelves, ripening for a more enjoyable rereading. However, I am glad that I gave in to this impulse, as I find myself getting absorbed into the novel all over again. I am enjoying Augustine’s “City of God” immensely, but it’s nice to have something light and dreamy on the side.
