Bricks are a wonderful phenomenon prevalent on alt.good.morning which were invented at some time in the past by my phine phrend Phil. He defines them as: "a block of text using a fixed width font that is both right and left justified but which has no extra spaces to achieve the justification. It is an art form which some would suggest is poetry, but which I prefer to think of as merely a brick."
I've been enjoying writing them since I started a few years ago and I've decided to make an archive of all the bricks I've written that I can find...
There is also an AGM brick page, which is attempt to archive bricks written after a certain date by all AGMers.
Not all of these are equally clever, but I decided I wanted to save them, mainly for myself to read in the future. I decided to put them online in case someone else might enjoy them too.
Silver Lining November 22, 2001 A day after I finally accept that I am blessed and that I must keep the faith that the middle path I have chosen of balancing effort and letting go (I shall not want) is the correct one, my present life unravels drastically. Maybe last week I would have cried but today I see it as it is, a new start, an opportunity.
Forgiveness November 16, 1998 Like a careful excavation the layers of dirt removed slowly an artifact of real rarity is found: a true golden friend.
Plunge July 21, 1998 Like standing on a cliff above the ocean I intend to dive into, hesitating not from doubt, but only to enjoy the tension and the view before the fall
Travail May 5, 1998 Expecting a beautiful view I made the climb to the summit. Where is the vista I worked so arduously to find? Will the sky clear or shall the rain ensue?
safe? March 9, 1998 Like thinking that you're about to be shoved off a cliff then being roughly wrenched to higher ground leaving you shaken, but really in a better place.
auto-immunity September 5, 1997 Our modern plague it finally claims one of my friends may he peacefully rest and a speedy cure be found for the thousands who suffer everywhere
random sailing July 16, 1997 Adrift, I watch for life up and down the shore, not sure I want to discover it, as solitude has its own rewards
AGM book text July 8, 1997 AGM can be a nice diversion where one can read posts on a variety of subjects, both silly and sombre. However, if you go deeper and become drawn into the region where "real life" becomes blurred with these transmissions, a word of warning: you might find your world transformed as you are nudged towards a path of adventure, delight, and possibly a new destiny.
asphalt May 28, 1997 Sometimes cliches about the road of life, uncertainty along the way, or not knowing which direction to turn emerge as neither mere metaphor nor truism. Luckily, I have a good car
Waiting Room May 22, 1997 All the magazines have been torn up or are written in the language that I have only begun to understand. As I look around the room it appears I am alone, yet the number I hold has not come up. Any idea when my turn will arrive sirs?
Verily May 12, 1997 This house will not topple as bricks of the highest calibre are its foundation!
May Day May 1, 1997 It's certainly been an interesting year up to this day, eh?
sour April 21, 1997 Attempts at peace making thwarted as "just my two cents worth" surfaces to show some reason why I'm terribly mistaken at any opportunity. Persist if it brings you joy, but I live on, for two coppers are worth little indeed.
Plasmallegory? April 8, 1997 These fast men were like bitter chocolate, always shadowing my lazy dream!
Faith April 7, 1997 Learning one's way around the smaller things proves most challenging as the distracting noises creep into windows disturbing perfect slumber. Easily I would choose to do this all again, as that beacon shines over my face; I do believe in destiny
Monitors March 10, 1997 Lurking among us stalking between the lines ghosts of past days and people seeking a returned thought follow and watch our words though public are meant not for sneaking clandestine eyes
Onomatopoeia February 27, 1997 Bump click roar smack boing meow buzz crack tweet sizzle bonk zap pop dingdong pow snap zip whoosh oink clang boom beep swish bang!
Defrosting February 6, 1997 Descended from Nordic warriors he approaches his enemy weapon in hand as the beast, normally evilly stentorian, becomes his quiet adversary. The dripping of melting ice taunts our hero as he wades through cold pools of water towards his enemy. A showdown ensues and with steel and fire he emerges triumphant
Propinquity January 17, 1997 Daunting icy road leads to new versions of everything and courage makes our past musings tangible, tactile, and true. Bravery only in execution as the decisions were made facile in asking a simple query: US or us?
Assumptions?? December 5, 1996 presume nothing obscure squares meaning slanted
Perseverance December 4, 1996 I have learned to run listening to my heart following this road I feel dirt and hardest pavement fly under my feet arriving soon at my destination with a flushed face and damp cheek in glad fatigue
Quarter November 18, 1996 Hands grasping metal eyes looking towards water a silent pause before a gentle toss rippling the surface invokes a concordant exigent wish without words the coin sinks
cultivate happiness November 11, 1996 Have faith that every misfortune is fate nudging you gently towards the best route for the future. Examine yourself; strive for improvement on every level. Nourish your body and feed your mind. Relinquish grudges and love unconditionally (including yourself!) Allow your emotions the right to flow freely, while keeping the perspective: I am lucky indeed
Prisoner Profile October 6, 1996 Overcoming each day conquering the year the seasons roll by writing the book we will win the battle for soon it arrives the endless weekend
Pernicious Ping Pong October 2, 1996 Pondering previous pursuits pleasant perorations peak. Parleys persuade passions; parallel paths paved. Plausible parable perhaps? Pain pesters pertinent people; potent power percolates. Pick preparations; perpend possibilities. Persuasion parrying prudence (precise pugilist!) Prospects perceived; pivoting possibilities. Pure poetry?
Carpe Diem September 25, 1996 To live life with the wisdom that we regret most the things that we don't do than our active mistakes seizing opportunity at each level and cultivating ambition. Powers found with collaboration pave the path towards fate's acme. Refuse to be ordinary and rule the world
Rolling Season September 15, 1996 On the first cool evening after the summer I hear the buzzing beltway stirring nearby and I long for a motorcycle to take me out across the bay towards the shore where the wild horses run to breathe the air to hear the waves but mainly just for the ride and I smile knowing another autumn will arrive
AR profile September 14, 1996 Time and place are no match for the legion of doom with these powers to conquer the world from the feeble human race come with me my fellow super-villain and we'll not only live on earth but anon we will be ruling it as one
Overwhelming September 12, 1996 A shower of anvils and pianos falls over my head expecting it to hurt I start to run, however the temptation to know what it would feel like to be crushed makes me cease to ambulate so quickly in fear. The pain is intense yet welcome as impact occurs. I could have run away but I fear that a bolt of lightning would have hit me in the storm so I learn to live with the dull ache and the so welcome moments of respite which come with faith
Forbidden donut August 29, 1996 Written in airplane-induced slant: "I wonder what this trip will do." Fifty pages later these answers are still unclear as the consequences of not minding the gap fly through on a set of wings unfolded by a tiny freckled angel. The promise to avoid hasty change proves evanescent, the possibility is actually a necessary evil. The road ahead is not smooth or easy, but it will be a compelling ride. No need for the old radar detector here, go at your own speed. One last Simpson quote: "did you know that the Chinese use the same word for crisis as for opportunity?" Isn't life interesting friends?
music June 18, 1996 Whenever I hear one of those songs that rolled around again and again through your six CD stereo machine while we sat together chatting and visiting the moon, I remember your intense thinking eyes looking over my face, in retrospect not knowing anything of what flowed around and what it meant to you and while the problems of interpretation, place, and the very intensity I cherished created a rift, I hear those songs and feel happy remembering the way it was and the places I was led to wondering if elsewhere, other ears hear these strains in the same way