Redivisionist Demarcations

The name Thorn features a host of identifiers.
Charlton Heston's character in The Omega Man
was named Thorne. Drop the 'e' and you get
my own alter-ego as developed in the SCA
over a quarter-century ago, and as solidified
by arborly accolade in the land of New Canaan
in the year AD 1988. As a defiant sword holder
defending the rose, thorn's implication becomes
obvious. In my underground metal & myspace
'thornswrath' the absence of an apostrophe
blurs the line between the singular and plural
modes of thorn. This captures in balance
the moment of my solitary identification
with that of the whole collective of life
(as we know it). I am both my own
as well as nature's wrath. As lone soldier
for the trees I know where my fortune lies.

FREEZINE & THE BEES

 

 It's my birthday weekend, beginning tonight, Friday the 13th, 2011. The Sun is up and the birds are chirping. Most of the intruding sunbeams are blocked by our downrolled wooden blinds, collecting dust in the shadows of our living room. Except for the south facing windows. Their venetian eyelids are rolled up wide open, bringing an ambience into the room, by which I type this.

What I want for my forty-sixth birthday is pretty simple, really. I want freedom and sunshine and to feel the warm summer wind within sight of the tulips sprouting wildly in front of our house. I want to perform a successful inspection of our bee colony with my wife, and I want to fill the rear tire of my bicycle up with air, and take it for a ride into the city until the wind has scoured away every obligation except to be lost with nothing left but my freedom.

Spending this lovely Spring weekend with my wife and whichever loved ones happen to drop by is all I really want for my birthday.