Chromosomes render gene yes of love!
Subtitled: now. Tis the intersection my mum long fostered and cross bred.
Upon the stead viz onset of adolescence spermatozoa ineluctably endowed by the creator with magical powers, which in conjunction with the chance encounter of an ova via heterosexual intercourse continue to remain regularly generated to help beget potential human life. Nature and nurture symbiotically caress, finesse, and impress genetic traits and/or penchant toward approximating maximization of opportunities for a progeny conceived, freed and immersed within linkedin opportunistic reproductive uterus.
If (only for the sake of this literary endeavor), let this pontificator presume that only positive influences march in lockstep from initial fusion (engendering fertilization of ovum, subsequent embryonic development and thence full term offspring), whereby a healthy baby born.
Though this process represented by the billions of people (whose existence wrought via ordinary sexual intercourse), a (well spring of testes) testament to the common occurrence, I still count the flicker of initial conception, (where a fledgling life cocooned within the womb until inherent latent processes decree existence to be most viable i.e. nine months plus or minus a small margin of error for simplicity sake).
Avuncular father time cozies in tandem with chromosomal blueprint draft, whereby just one copy drawn up with such perfection despite complex dimensions deriving the vast panoply of peoples that populate planet Earth.
Each individual stands unique, yet when taken together the Homo sapiens species also exhibits a manifestation as one huge organism forever enlisting driving force to remain predominant.
See, the basic laws codified by Abraham Maslow (and other social scientists).
One singular person may be married the madding crowd.
Though swallowed up in the morass of mankind, this sole surviving totemic unit subjected to the vagaries amidst briny sea of humanity, as an anonymous entity being shuttled from berth upon the wharf air of nascent life, and traversing thru the vital stages of growth, maturation than death be not proud without any accolades of bravado, cheers or daring do encapsulating fame, fortune, greatness, however indeed indulging joy kindled kudos loved maternally, nominally ordaining pacific personal quantum quirks re: salient traits unwittingly valued witnesses xx/ xy yearning zeal to sustain the genesis vis a vis via administering blinkered copulation, destining essential fecundity fitfully fostering gestation heralding incipient junior kickstarter learning manifold nuances of potent qualm residing supremely throughout uber ville willfully x yielding yoking zoological zygote to the next generation of vipers.
Ha.
Thru some fluke and/or series of chance fated and/or feted interceding loin ohm mar Onstar route unbridled xyz series of unrehearsed capital one ventures, an august jewel of exemplary talent shines brighter than the teeming horde.
He and/or she (perhaps even a coterie of blessedly denoted family honorably jinxed luckily, nabs press receiving tremendous vocalization exalting them to a nonpareil Sheppard did toward the zenith of renown) shines, whence inescapable klieg light denotes their every breathing moment.
Such happens to be the price line one pays for being ushered into the limelight, perhaps thru arduous, diligent gustatory jawboning mastering popularity, soaking vanity fair yodeling zealously for becoming breakout artist (and/or break danse mack hob brey sir) as doth this unknown scribe.
The small, medium, and large deterministic, humanistic, and mechanistic forces impossible to predict even enlisting the seer ring psalmist.
Though some richly quilted pampered ordained noteworthy muscled with a leg up as an heir rent lee heiress free (mostly) born into a crucible where favorable, joyous and plenti pollinating seeds tagged USDA (non GMO) undeniably advantageous to rubbing shoulders with folks doling out a Fancy Feast and Livingsocial, within a select tier of income earners.
Maybe many caught by happenstance into what appears as a glamorous modus operandi aint all that the trending Irish setters wag ideal.
Appearances can be deceptive, and oft times the mental exercise per speculating being wealthily famous disallows one their woe mannerly mandatory privacy.
As a contemplative, emotive, and hermetically sealed older chap (jousting with his own mundane tasks), the insurrection inflected from the ever scrutinizing mass media would deprive me of audacity, capacity, and ancillary duality for complicity sans fidelity toward humbleness versus braggadocio, which would become a one man amityville, concomitantly devoid of comity, decency, and essentially find myself spiraling psychotically into the depths of banality, depravity, and eventual futility, where humility wresting with the opposing forces of Manichaeism!
Unbeknownst to only a select few, this minimal popularity provides a shroud in case some issue spurs this generally docile dada to rant and rave in his rather pedantic persiflage.
When prone to step upon the figurative soapbox thy attention turns to factual or fictional characters, which seem unsullied by a sudden overnight fame.
Modesty vis a vis travesty that transformed their hitherto previous anonymity still retained despite the temptation to usurp the potent sword of recognition. Their ardor, candor, and debonair ebullience for gifted hoopla inlaid judiciously kindling laudable mindfulness.
Though unmoved to strike the mother lode sans cult of personality worship (yeah…that would be the day – maybe posthumously), this acutely bemused cerebral doodler evinces finding gratitude helping incrementally just kindnesses leavened momentarily nimbly offering pleasantness qua reaching satisfaction thru unbridled vibrant willfulness i.e. random acts of kindness that do not beggar for accolades, but merely bring a je ne sais quois esprit de corps of emotional, psychological and/or social philanthropy since my name haint flush within a warren buffet, whar billed gates describe a rich enclave, nor markedly stamped with a yum zucker blooming berg , or any other countless billionaire.
Mine crafted imagination doth allow, enable and provide the ways and means to meander in a world wide web of make believe, where the boundary between reality and illusory parameters becomes a blurred line.
Howl aye get from point a to point b, which literary distance greater than the breadth, length or width of the cosmos stymies me, thus some sort of segway (steered by a committee of dolled up Weimaraners) slowly coalesces until bits and pieces begins to flesh out the potted hidden treasured plot, whence thee credo, fido, and motto broadcast with the refrain – dog nabbit, though hounded with bone a fide canine fealty ideology and liberty, this muttering haint gonna feel melancholy.
Thus, this broke from the herd animalistic, chew van hissed tick, and enigmatic greyhound intrinsically kissable man’s best friend, I now shift metaphorical gears and narrate thine beast shot o’er tha bow wow per this custom made gene heir rick line jettisoned, no win brand name castaway ruff lee bar king out a hook line and sinker rod, this based on totally tubular twittering type from tender loin of ma late bit chen heat.
Now the disjointed hinged limp ping proletariat Papa John’s trope. Pizza me, how er what in the doghouse of Snoop Doggy Dog engendered the following bow-wow wing whimpering warbling.
Si saw, now let this pa - take a brief paws (now would be opportune to grab a powder milk dog biscuit), while examine claws on account of his previous buried angst riddled shaggy dog tail.
MY CANIS FAMILIARIS BEING
I count my dearly departed mother (the late AKA purebred Harriet Kuritsky) as the greatest underdog who ever roamed this earth.
She earned her stars and stripes (on each of each faux paus) and howling bark a rolls when said mistress of doggerel doggedly padded down the runt way head held high and tail happily wagging.
Time and again, thy priestess pooch coveted and thence garnered prestigious golden bone award emblazoned with the highest praise held for a bitch in heat in all the millennial annals of dogdom, and without whose bona fido love kept me from a paw city of self worth and a potential tailspin into gloom.
This upcoming May (two thousand and nine - date I wrote hodgepodge of these words) marks the fourth anniversary whence this canine succumbed to the jawboning gimlet eyed grim reaper, where said queen of the “man’s and woman’s best friend” lies in a state of eternal bliss!
Let me interrupt the tail to incorporate an ode (which pee on), she would find flattering.
REMEMBRANCE of HARRIET HARRIS –
VERSE ONE:
Christened as averred one Harriet Kuritsky
on November 13th nineteen thirty five
The youngest of four with only one brother
Whose exit from this world from a terminal illness she did not survive.
The following emotions communicating heartfelt grief
Practically vanquished as like my existence turned a new leaf.
A recurring abysmal grief stricken state
Still consumes my entire being of late
These perpetual tears of sadness seem not to a-bate
Since the grim reaper brandished scythe
Signature sign of a deadlocked fate!
Twas about 11:00 a.m. 2005 that fifth of May
That our dearly beloved mother
Fought tooth and nail to keep death at bay
(As recounted by eldest and youngest sisters,
who elected to remain on vigil that day)
Nonetheless rigor mortis upper hand
Brought a (supposed) painless and swift death
To her diseased and emaciated riddled body gone lifeless and ashen gray.
This only heir still misses his mom more than plaintive words can spell
With his agonizingly pained heart and soul
that rents asunder this psyche pell-mell
No amount of weeping can quiet and quell.
Cathartic for me to give you a posthumous ode
Conveyed in an easy to read poetic code
To help accept finality and permanent loss,
now only retrievable from nostalgic memories
Identified as that childhood home and favorite abode.
VERSE TWO:
Her cremated ashes still remain sealed in the same nondescript box
White, powdery and chalk like material
Devoid of any vestigial semblance to her once living and vibrant self
That unique persona pulverized and vaporized
(Housed former svelte and tall Arthur Murray ball-room dance teacher
A half-century plus prior to demise
Which beauty, charm and grace quickly caught the attention of my father
Who courted and eventually proposed to this young flirt and tease of a gal)
Inert organic matter now represents sole residual embodiment
Reduced to dust and near nothingness
Former corporeal being of blood, bone and flesh
Weighing no more than a dozen hatch marks on the scale
Absence still bears down heavy like some millstone round the neck
Per the black hole void created by defeat with Grim Reaper
Toward this woman who helped birth and nurse me into manhood
Momma’s only grown son still feels ripples of grievous sadness
No matter the years of suppressed anger and rage
In addition to emotional conflicts between us
Which invariably wrought unpleasant relationship
and a legacy of discord writ large across the tapestry of my life.
Force fields from this lithe Brooklyn native shone bright (Whose pronunciation a dead ringer giveaway to any amateur and junior linguist) Lives in the guise of aural spectra
Especially within the hallowed sanctity of Glen Elm domicile And continues to emit indomitable and unfading rays of pure energy and light. Now, even nearly seven plus human years after her passing from the temporal plain, no other dog approached being held
with as much esteem in the pet a file domain. Upon the yearly anniversary whence persona and dogma left me mama, the United States Beagle Corps play Rover Lee (reveille for the novitiate) tapped out with salty dog rag like schmaltz. Oh, she retrieved golden globe trotting awards while touring with Gladys Knight and the Pups. No doubt (especially some of you stray alley cats and junkyard dogs) beg and drool to differ at such holier than thou Canis Major hoopla. Please feel free to offer this, that or the other bone to pick.
This (ahem) boxer of sorts feels ready to duke out any pugnacious mutt. Specialists (such as the reputable Morris the cat) scooped, scoured and sniffed out the figurative poop deck to accumulate a veritable truckload of faded yet indisputable circumstantial paw prints.
Testimonials left a clear cut territorially marked trail (to whit and far as this nose can smell), that countless canine studs boarded the greyhound gravy train to make the trek for the express purpose to become the lucky underdog and sire offspring. The progeny borne forth from such an invaluable “bitch in heat” would be deemed more precious and valuable than the most rare gem or jewel east of Eden or this side of paradise.
Before the advent of insemination and subsequent birth of one or more puppies, the biological frenzied phenomena triggered auctioned bids to be placed on this longest domesticated animal. News of impregnation spread like wildfire. As the impending due date loomed ever closer, an immediate hushed lull descended upon the crowded air of the barely visible esplanade. Harriet (from the months of earlier precocious poetics and guided laser precision of mechanical engineer and soon to be proud papa Boyce) made whimpering sounds in quick succession with the approach of Labrador day. Complete dilation and miraculous genesis would be very close at paw. Although a true-blooded (yet not necessarily young whipper snapper) trooper, Harriet possessed an amazing tooth and claw tensile strength. No matter the presence of that bite the post person in the calf esprit de corps, a growling rumor circulated that mine mutter denigrated as some lady and the tramp.
When biology in tandem with Mother Nature decreed, she aggressively bore down with ear splitting yelps and wails. The spasmodic painful contractions forced an impulse to chump down on the figurative bullet, and any helping hands that might find themselves in the zone whence teeth did snap shut like a vice. An ordinarily gentle and playful creature (who liked to keep a long leash on life), Harriet licked one adversity after another, yet that indomitable will power inevitably got clamped tight from the invisible steel trap of death.
Before reduced to this grim forecast, the life force within yielded progeny to carry the gene pool and lineage. Whenever her facial muscles relaxed every now and again, the slackened oral tissue revealed a brightly colored strip of blood red gums. A trickle then rivulet of foamy saliva dribbled then flowed out. Nature set the pace and tone whence gestation would commence and be complete. Between advent of expectant motherhood, and expulsion of scrawny sac of new life, a cycle of cleaving, loosening and moaning (possibly akin to being impaled by a terrible swift sword) would ordain that vigilance be maintained.
Elimination of that nutrient rich amniotic bag would signal the finality of labor! An indistinguishable and amorphous mass of wet fur exited (or more accurately got expelled) from the womb. This issuance hardly registered an audible whimper from one haggard and tired older pup. That DNA double helix material tapestry and weave encoded a uniquely embedded behavioral and chromosomal genetic schematic for eons of predecessors harkening back to the days when humankind lived a brutish, nasty and short Hobbesian existence.
In essence, the general salient strengths and traits that demarcated these particular household pets (that essentially became beloved on a par like another part of the royal family – with the red carpet treatment to boot) came into fruition approximately when the arbitrary arrival of “modern man and of course woman” usurped control of fire from Prometheus.
Now, fast forward millions of years to bring this wayward writer back on track to resume his shaggy dog tail. As always, Harriet aspired to work officially, quickly and swiftly to maneuver herself in a strategic pose to nurse and wash her prized progeny. Despite her deathlike exhaustion, she mustered every last drop of energy to nuzzle each pup.
She gingerly crimped (with the aid of those knife blade edges of canine teeth) to grasp hold of the loose pocket of flesh encircling the neck. Rather than carry this motion out with intent to harm, the maternal survival of that brood got carefully nestled adjacent to the milk ducts where they could nurse and suckle to their delight. Tis the reflection of thine bark a role ruff alpha from the ruffian pack that offers to shear his puppyhood days to present papa pooch with an intent that the reader can sink her/his teeth into with fur vent bone a fido interest.