a day in the life of piano monkey

the day approaches with no slowing down or speeding up- i will be en route to cross the big puddle called atlantic on saturday. over three weeks in the british soil. what i would be doing? detail wise i cant really tell you because i dont know yet! it seems be the common theme of my life really: no major plan, willing to ride. it wasnt always like this. for instance, when i was young, my parents pretty much stayed in one particular area of seoul and i knew of: home, school, after-school places such as arts program at this arts school thing and piano lesson place. piano lesson was a memorable thing. once a week, my granny took me and my brother across the town or something; the highlight of the trip would be the dinner-out on the road! on the midpoint. i even remember going through the 80s in south korea, which was stained heavily with blood of political protesters and riot police. the riot police roughly translates as 'combat-police.' and we would be crossing right across one o...

verb: every verb denotes an action, a passion or an operation and its symbolism is a direct consequence of the transference of this material sense to the spiritual plane. for example, to take food is symbolic of receiving spiritual or intellectual nourishment... to travel is to move, by exercise of the imagination and awareness, away from one world and towards another and so on. cirlot, a dictionary of symbols, p. 360. oddly enough, cirlot never did an entry on noun. i suppose it's because noun is simpler: it is what it is. without verb, it just.. well, stands there like sack of potatoes or something. even adjectives cant do much with standing-alone-lost-for-words nouns. wallflowers at parties. the passive, invisibles that somehow blend right into the wall- regardless of what kind of wall it may be! nouns that wants to speak but are bound tightly within the rigidity of their spellings. stuck! stasis! pause! rescue! help! all spoken in silence. at least sack of potatoes, given...