May 6th, 2010 / 11:07 am
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Alexis Orgera
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Bathroom Poetics
I was at my favorite bar the other night watching some NBA playoffs when the bathroom called to me. I found this:
I think it takes some real balls to 1. claim to be God and 2. claim a space in the Smokin’ Joe’s unisex bathroom to stake your Godness claim. Or maybe some drunkard had a supernatural experience in which God visited said bathroom and said drunkard simply wanted to share it with the world. Whatever. Bathroom poetics.
Tags: bathroom poetics, bathroom poetry
Homer: “This isn’t about Jesus, is it?”
Reverend Lovejoy: “All things are about Jesus, Homer.” [beat] “Except this.”
All things should trace back to Homer and Reverend Lovejoy.
is it not theologically impossible for God to have ‘been’ somewhere? I thought he could only exist in the present perfect tense, or not at all.
Poor pronoun choice in the second sentence. I apologize for that.
Isn’t there some sort of “God is-was-will be” language somewhere in the by-laws? I’m told he/she/it pops in for visits here and there, usually with the aid of psychedelics.
Speaking in the, uh, purely hypothetical (of course), I believe it to be more of a recognizing of the ever-presence of God rather than God’s sudden appearance in an unlikely spot. That is to say, when tripping balls in a bathroom, I am more likely to feel (or see, or taste) God seeping out of the walls and twisting the graffiti all around me into unspeakable words, and less likely catch sight of a fleeting demi-zeus out of the corner of my eye. Or something like that.
yeah, much more interesting to look at this phrase in temporal terms and notice the implied conclusion: “god is no longer here.”
Homer: “This isn’t about Jesus, is it?”
Reverend Lovejoy: “All things are about Jesus, Homer.” [beat] “Except this.”
All things should trace back to Homer and Reverend Lovejoy.
is it not theologically impossible for God to have ‘been’ somewhere? I thought he could only exist in the present perfect tense, or not at all.
Poor pronoun choice in the second sentence. I apologize for that.
Isn’t there some sort of “God is-was-will be” language somewhere in the by-laws? I’m told he/she/it pops in for visits here and there, usually with the aid of psychedelics.
He went caps G and we are made in his image (whatever that means) so I think a bar bathroom is a fine place for God to appear.
First miracle was water to tea? Uh, no…
WINE.
Take note. That’s called priorities.
Speaking in the, uh, purely hypothetical (of course), I believe it to be more of a recognizing of the ever-presence of God rather than God’s sudden appearance in an unlikely spot. That is to say, when tripping balls in a bathroom, I am more likely to feel (or see, or taste) God seeping out of the walls and twisting the graffiti all around me into unspeakable words, and less likely catch sight of a fleeting demi-zeus out of the corner of my eye. Or something like that.
yeah, much more interesting to look at this phrase in temporal terms and notice the implied conclusion: “god is no longer here.”
He went caps G and we are made in his image (whatever that means) so I think a bar bathroom is a fine place for God to appear.
First miracle was water to tea? Uh, no…
WINE.
Take note. That’s called priorities.
this one time i was peeing in a bathroom and
this one time i was peeing in a bathroom and
you win this thread, franco.
you win this thread, franco.