The tangerine is ugly on the outside and beautiful on the inside. That reminds me of a great many people I know. Nonetheless, the tangerine does not strike the same chord with me as a clementine would. There's a certain kind of fresh, tangy sweetness to the clementine, a sense of bursting forth, that does not exist when it comes to the tangerine. The advantage of the tangerine is that it reminds me of My Father's Dragon and Tangerina Island. And of course reading that book with Taran and Jordan. The disadvantage is that it has seeds, which a clementine does not. Until I wonder...
If I throw this tangerine into the garbage with the seeds, won't the garbage be transported to a compost heap eventually? And if everything degrades, there must be a lot of dirt and mulch there. Which means the seeds must take root. So growing out of the compost heap there must be innumerable tangerine trees.
And somehow that thought is very comforting. Out of the refuse, waste, dirt and garbage stand the tangerine trees, strong and proud. Our unappealing scraps are their food. There is a beauty to that. One day I'll see them, a broken transistor radio nudging my All-Star sneaker, a flattened Coca-Cola can behind me, ragged children and raccoons rooting through the sickening, decaying remnants...row after row of glittering tangerine trees.
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Two things:
1 The clementine is a hybride of tangerine;
2.Your examples of sneakers,garbage and etc as growth medium for potential tangerine trees are most entertaining.
chana at her odd (gittering) best
The oddness that lives inside of me
expresses itself in forms quirky,
dramatic, fun or quite macabre
but that's all right- I like to be odd!
The glitter written on my brow
is as intrinsic as a cat's meow.
It was given to her at birth
and sparkles are my form of mirth.
If tangerine groves are formed of scraps
of tomorrows and may-haps,
then the world shall begin again,
golden eggs will be discovered beneath the hen.
All is brightness, even sorrow;
such is the hue of my tomorrow.
Joy is the glitter, gladness my glue;
there is naught to misconstrue.
Thats a really beautiful thought. It reminds me of something Id thought about/written some time back when I still had the capacity for optimism :) I would shorten it to the point but its so much easier to just copy and paste so that what Ill do.
Also, thank you. Particularly during these trying finals weeks its good to find some positivity among the waste. A meta-metaphor then.
"There are roughly 7X10^27 atoms in a 150 lb. human body. Thats 7,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 or seven billion billion billion atoms. Thats a lot of atoms.
Now these atoms come from everywhere. The things we eat, the things we come in contact with, the air we breathe and those atoms and molecules that we are born with. That includes atoms that our mothers and fathers ate,breathed, touched and were born with.
Given the nature of atoms and molecules and the kinetic laws and the laws of statistics, the atoms that compose our body come from, literally, everywhere and every time. We have, within each and every one of us, a little piece of the entire history of the planet.
It is more then likely that we have atoms of our grandparents within us. Similarly we have atoms of their grandparents, and their grandparents and their great-great-great-great grandparents. We have parts of Ceaser and parts of Napoleon and parts of Adam within us. We have atoms within us that were present at the great flood and at matan Torah. We breathe the air that they breathed then and eat the molecules of proteins and sugars and such that they ate. Or at least composite molecules. This interconnectedness is a fact of nature according to the laws that we live by. We are directly related to the past, present and future in minuscule ways that we cannot escape. Every time we go somewhere or eat something or kiss someone we take a part of them with us and make it a part of ourselves for the rest of our lives."
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