Thursday, February 12, 2015

Stop Moving, Keep Grooving



    When everything grinds to a halt, it pays to take in information.

    The underside of your cue ball wherewithal rests on the baize just so, and although it may appear for a moment that you're not going anywhere, your momentarily visible vantage point would have passed you by as you rolled on towards kiss of red or black.

    To stop sometimes is not to be slack, taken aback, or evidence of any kind of lack.

    It is the stilled smack of undercusp on open baizement: cueless stillness of as-yet unpocketed amazement.

3 comments:

fairyhedgehog said...

I've stopped. So that's a good thing then?

Whirlochre said...

As long as you're still grooving...

fairyhedgehog said...

There may be the smidgen of a problem there...