Monday, November 22, 2004

the beans lament.

2 p.m. Phone call…

After the lag there was this great flood of ecstasy washing over the bean. In a fluorescent cave surrounded by humming boxes he would find no penguin articulating its need to slide. Far from beankind, in fact underfoot to be exact, the sentiment could be summed up as total enlightenment. The pessimism all washed away like the yachts smashed against the dock after a Florida hurricane.

In spring he would poke his head from the earth, and sprout to see a whole new world. A world with sunspots, sniffing animals, and children’s heavy feet. He clutched, even now, at his every possession for the thought of such a riotous existence froze his pasty flesh.

A bean’s possessions:
. the aforementioned purring boxes.
. one pair neon orange earplugs.
. suntan lotion
. a canvas bag to carry earplugs, lotion, boxes, and to later spread ones seed.

The beauty of being a bean is having an almost genetic disposition to own such ridiculous items and make no justification to oneself as to why. All things will in good time become necessity. Understandably, to lose any single item means certain misfortune to the bean.

You can ask any Queen or magistrate, there is never any honest account for the land one rules over. The same follows for the sprout. With an uncontainable yearning for sunlight she breaks from a very Agoraphobic bean in the spring. The first view is that of a kingdom the likes of God’s holiest garden. She calls on the bean to see the sunshine splendor, but the bean stay’s in his cave, and for that matter never answers. When she becomes a vine, and later ripe with seed, the bean stays hidden and silent in the ground below. When she wilts and watches the world fade to darkness; and later abandons her seed onto the frosty floor the bean does not console her dying sobs. When her dying and grey body finally rests in the soil she will hear the beans lament:

"Wake up nascent children, and dig yourselves a dwelling
The shadows of the earth shall forever be your home,
And If one day you find the sun and sky compelling
Always regard my words “for eternity we shall gloam.”




Combine Harvester10:58 PM

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