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santa claus has the right idea:
visit people once a year.
-victor borge

a heavy snowfall disappears into the sea. what silence!
-folk zen zaying

god can carve the rotten wood and ride the lame horse
-martin luther

long stemmed grasses sprout from the snow
their sharp tongues taste the wind
…god’s haiku
-michaelandorf

x-must kyberzpacefriends...............

x-must is such a fuss
kapricious & rambunctious choppin’ sprees
zlippery ice & peeople knot very nice
expensive gifts & family memburrs looonnng over dew kiss
every-won preying for christmas eve znow
while pa zeduces ma under the missile toe


& the poetikalponderin'poet zaid
the christmas-myth gets tangled up inside of the mystikal-kelebration
the mystical gets purified between the visible & invisible
the invisible zpeaks to the visible in zilence
zilence transforms prayers into miracles
miracles kompel our zouls to be ageless & timeless…..
may oui remain ageless&timeless fourever

wishing you all the peace & prosperity
& your luv for fellow humans & wild kritters abounds ...knows no limits

& a happynudeyear-----bearitall.............


peace&love&thebeatles&dylan&donovan&pinkfloyd&ledzepplin
…keeponrockin’intheefreezewurld

&orfmikael

the loss of a beloved aunt

there is an olde african proverb
"when an elder dies a library burns down"

eye
lost one of my favorite human beings & klass-act blood-kin
aunts today

eye think about
how often.... all we have left
are the dearly departed ....final departing words
as if we don't realize
how close mary was to leaving the earthly plane
we shared a kiss & a hug & eye love you
and then one walks away carrying their last-lingering -look
buried deep inside the lump in our voice & throat

all those thousands of words spoken to each other
countless x-mas dinners & thanxsgiving feasts
a hundred meals shared at her table
talks on religion & politics & family stories resurrected

as a child eye always remember a present stuffed under her x-mas tree
with my name tattooed on it
even though our parents stopped drawing names

anytime day or night her front door was open for me
a place to sleep
a place to sit
or grab something out of the frig to drink or eat

she prayed the rosary so many times
that she became the prayers on the rosary
her hail marys heralded a mary full of grace

her sister was my mother
they were like the same polarities of a magnet
that repealed each other
they had so much in common that it was impossible to share
each others nearly mc dermott identical love

it has been said "one should never argue with a woman"
but one should never ever ever disagree with an aunt
especially when they were part of your nurturing & upbringing
snatching one out of harm's way
helping patch you up from childhood bumps&bruises

we never met without anointing each other with a kiss
even if it was to travel half way across a room
kissing her was like kissing the my mother's twin

her 9 grownup adult children
have always been like my brothers & sisters
no matter how many days/months/years have past
we can always connect like we were together yesterday
any past difference was always forgotten & forgiven

she had a spiritual connection with the 10 commandments
she once mentioned to me of putting them up in her front lawn
and i asked her which they were going to face
and she said "there was only one way they could face
towards the people driving by .....that needed to read them"
i said "there were really three possibilities.....
they could face away from the house
they could directly at the house
or they could face both ways"
she had planted them in the front yard facing the public

aunt mary jean was a antique wheeler-dealer with a gift of gab
she was a full grown female irish leprechaun
who liked & loved to feed the multitudes
who attended all family gatherings & births/weddings/funerals
the photographer in residence
who stole your heart & gave you compassion & kindness in return
who made you feel her home was your home

the queen of wellington east fourth street has left us
with beautiful & precious memories galore
a proud lady who never backed down from any controversy
even if it meant .....she had to stand alone
she was the true mayor extraordinaire of the city eye call waterloo
always standing up for the people who felt unrepresented
on both sides of the tracks

we love you sweetie.............with those betty grable legs...........ava gardner face
& occasional scarlet o'hara disposition

may you get a free pass through purgatory.........
from the thousands of indulgences& rosaries recited daily

michaelandorf

grandchildren of the andorfklan

marcus & carissa

blayke & carissa

happy halloween

happytrickortreat holloweenie nite........&allsaints&sinntersdaze

here's a snapshot of my liddle grand daughter all dressed up
to charm & scare her grandparents
....must be payback for dressing up our kids when they were youngsters
but that is how memories are made
& great traditions are started

.........one thing about halloween
is it is near impossible to get arrested
and men can drive around looking like women
women like men
in any kind of monster or villain & be left alone
...why we all need halloween to be real
who are submerged/closet self really is
maybe a cartoon character
maybe count dracula
maybe alice cooper
maybe a stripper
maybe a transvestite
maybe a transformer
maybe darth vader
maybe a pregnant nun
maybe hillary clinton
maybe dick cheney....heavens forbid
maybe tigger

who do you want to be
if you never grow up..........
tonight is the night.........
........for saintlysinners&sinningsaints
,,,,,,,,line from my john lennon eulogy poem

& if he was ztill alive my grandpa andorf's birthday
born in 1889 eye believe
always a good night for his birthday party
he'd hire a local man to be the boogie man
& peek through the livingroom window
& scare frighten our hearts to sip-a-beat or two

yokesofthedaze......

What Did the Cannibal Say…

Q. What did the cannibal say when he came upon a sleeping missionary.

A. "Ah! breakfast in bed."

of course that reminds me of the olde klassic line by herman melville

i rather sleep with a sober cannibal
than a drunken christian

eye would zay there is a wee bit of saltwater truth in that line
you know what the cannibal will do to thee
but a drunken christian would be an opened ended proposition
then he might not remember a thing the next day

eye wonder often what the native people used to think
when the missionaries used to explain the eucharist or holy communion to 'em
when they were tasting the body&blood of christ
this is shown in great metaphorical symbolism in the movie
the other conquest(aztecs vs. spanishmissionaries)
out right now in video stores............been a long wait
to have it finally have english subtitles
better than chac :the rain god
the mission(with robert de niro)
apocalypto
aguirre, the wrath of god
emerald forest

if you haven't seen any of these modern cinematic treasures
like comparing coconuts & avocados & grapefruit
they are all mindbogglin'&mindexpandin' in their own right

interesting footnote
in the directors cut to the other conquest

it was mentioned that in the 15th century
that european thought was that indians didn't have souls
of course the indians would have answered that question
if posed to them..........the opposite way
since all earthly life form has souls
...for example few people think the earth is alive or has a spirit
until an earthquake............can shake up& move the earth rather quickly
or the wind&sky.........until you see & feel a hurricane or tornado comin' at ya
what is often heresy for one culture is total acceptance by another

of course my definition of religion
is not what you do for an hour on sunday
but what your deeds & accomplishments
are for those other 6 days a week........humanitarian efforts

my adopted meskwakie grandmother used to zay(paraphazing of course)
--the sabbath is not just on sunday but everyday of the week--
prayer should be attended to each & every day
not just performed in front of a congregation & clergy

there is an ancient question
on who does more for the world
....someone speaking in front of thousands
or someone praying alone on top of a hill

probably the only way to be in balance & at peace in today's world of fear & konfusion
peoples' hunger that hungers for more hunger ......that is never satisfied
tis not getting a fix or addicted to everything that is ungodly&unholy
............god is in the invisible( )details
full of serendipity & surprises & awakenings &..............................

may eye always be a bit theo-illogikal.............

the kontrarykultkoyote-ztill-unkaptured&unkorralled&unkaged&unkivilized