Thursday, March 17, 2005

Zen Blindfolded Massage Parlor Happy Ending

Confused in Anchorage asks: Dear Marcythewhore, what do you people do in a massage parlor that is spiritual?

Marcy says to Confused: Ever hear of the blindfolded Zen archer? Well, we are the blindfolded Happy Ending.

But let's get semi-serious here, Confused. If you want spiritual, first you have to respect every denomination of massage parlors worldwide. You can't just say that 'your' personal preference for a massage parlor is better than anyone else's personal preference for a massage parlor. You can't claim that your Happy Ending is better than everyone else's Happy Ending.

And forget that tripe about if everyone else doesn't convert to your kind of Happy Ending then they are going to a place of perpetual Unhappy Endings.

Now, back to the blindfolded Zen archer/blindfolded Happy Ending analogy.

You want to hit that Happy Ending bull's eye? Close your eyes and imagine your target. 'See' your Happy Ending with your heart and mind, not with your eyes.

Don't aim the Happy Ending. Just pitch the Happy Ending.

By the way, what denomination of massage parlors is most popular in Alaska anyway...............marcythewhore

3 Comments:

Blogger jollybeggar said...

someone once said that we are not physical beings having a spiritual experience...
we are spiritual beings having a physical one.
who said that? the sphynx?
(although it wasn't, it sounds like him)

anyway, all this talk about happy endings keeps me coming back to this thing i wrote one day while sitting in a university drama class listening to a lecture on oedipus rex.

i rose above these sterile sheets
a cold sweat left behind
departure from a living death
delivered just in time
the plot had thickened to the point
there was little hope to see
the antagonist had raised his fist
no option was open to me

yet 'deus ex machina' (god in the machine)
an unexpected reversal comes about
like awakening from a bad dream
in the swing of the playwright's pen
life to me returns again
now the show can have a happy ending
for faith and freedom's haste
the season's change

it's never too late to whirl around
and move the other way
there have been mornings robbed of light
and nights as bright as day
the future is changeable
the past is set
finally i understand
but hardest to grasp is that circumstance is successfully countermanned

***

this is the end, beautiful friend
this is the end, my only friend
the end of our elaborate plans
the end of ev'rything that stands
the end

no safety or surprise
the end
i'll never look into your eyes again

can you picture what will be
so limitless and free
desperately in need of
some strangers hand
in a desperate land

lost in a roman wilderness of pain
and all the children are insane
all the children are insane
waiting for the summer rain

there's danger on the edge of town
ride the king's highway
weird scenes inside the goldmine
ride the highway west baby

ride the snake
to the lake
the ancient lake
the snake is long
seven miles
ride the snake

he's old
and his skin is cold
the west is the best
get here and we'll do the rest

the blue bus is calling us
driver, where you taking us?

the killer awoke before dawn
he put his boots on
he took a face from the ancient gallery
and he walked on down the hall

he went into the room where his sister lived
and then he paid a visit to his brother
and then he walked on down the hall
til he came to a door
and he looked inside
father?
yes son
i want to kill you
mother, I want to.............

come on, baby, take a chance with us
and meet me at the back of the blue bus

this is the end, beautiful friend
this is the end, my only friend
the end

it hurts to set you free
but you'll never follow me

the end of laughter and soft lies
the end of nights we tried to die

this is the end
(good ol jim-
wish he had been giving the lecture)
***
see the symmetry if you can
'tween the parlor dame
and the pastor man?

March 17, 2005 at 2:11 PM  
Blogger marcythewhore said...

A university drama class, huh?

I'll do my best to try to save you.

Go read the chapter in Kurt Vonnegut's 'Timequake,' the part about the illegitimate son of John Wilkes Booth, the ham actor who shot Abe Lincoln.

Read about how the illegitimate grandson of John Wilkes Booth ended up doing community theater in Barnestable, Mass.

Go ahead and read it, I dare you.

Gee, so many reading assignments, so little time...

..............marcythewhore

March 17, 2005 at 4:13 PM  
Blogger jollybeggar said...

vonnegut has always been playing 'cat's cradle' with his stories, winding almost everything he's ever written into everything he writes. my favourite part of timequake is the disclaimer:
"all persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental"

kinda sums up the whole book, doesn't it?

aah- free will, cause/effect, original sin and the jazz apple of eden. cat's cradle indeed.

March 18, 2005 at 12:20 PM  

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