Published: 5 February 2026

Marshmallow test

There’s a famous film of children being part of a psychology test.
It’s an old film, black and white, stationary camera to emphasize
It’s not a movie but documentation of an experiment.

Individual children are given a marshmallow, not quite a candy,
but close enough, told if they don’t eat it until the adult returns
and they still have the marshmallow they will be given another.
The adult leaves the room. The child is alone in the room.
One after another does nothing but stare at the marshmallow.
Some roll it over their body, their face, between their hands,
smell it, try to savour it without consuming. Not one can put
the marshmallow down and ignore it. It is everything.

Some wait for the adult to leave
and eat the marshmallow.
Without hesitation.

Subsequent studies confirmed
the children who waited to eat the marshmallow
did better at school, grew up, showed less
likelihood of being arrested, married more often,
had children, all of whom, in turn, did well.

But only recently has it been shown that the children
who ate their marshmallow right away, lived
more authentically, fulfilled more of their dreams,
had better sex lives, wrote more books, and engaged
more with their community.

It’s anticipated data will show
the children who waited
successfully accumulated innumerable
unrealized ambitions, and died with
a wealth of uneaten marshmallows.

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pirouette so I may admire electric green

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River of paper flows beneath my every word,
where would my thoughts be but for this substrate?

How Shall We Sing The Lord’s Song In A Strange Land?

variation on psalm 137, By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat
hands drumming on ribs, feet, the ground,
the mouths of pots and guns beckon,
the wind, the clouds, are the sight of sound
to the deaf, the foreign, the prisoner.
This bridge is the harp hung across
the tears of our sorrow. Each life

Everyone wants to love me

Everyone wants to fall in love with me.
I know it.
The guy in the lineup
who waved the cucumber at me
and said, I could hit you with this
was really saying he loves me.

what is it you don’t get?

based on psalm 83 ”Keep not thou silence, O God” KJV
if you don’t want to talk it’s not all right by me
I would really appreciate a moment of your time
as I am listening to more hatred, than those who
hate you can raise, lousy lizard heads, how they despise you

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How Shall We Sing The Lord’s Song In A Strange Land?

How Shall We Sing The Lord’s Song In A Strange Land?

variation on psalm 137, By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat
hands drumming on ribs, feet, the ground,
the mouths of pots and guns beckon,
the wind, the clouds, are the sight of sound
to the deaf, the foreign, the prisoner.
This bridge is the harp hung across
the tears of our sorrow. Each life

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