Dwelling Points

Well done! You’ve discovered the first of many puns and/or/perhaps associations hidden within the two words Weldon and Ryckman. They must be hidden because the only apparent meaning behind Weldon is a hill with a well. So maybe I’m a bottom dweller, forever biding my time. And I do dwell, but I often times swell as well.

Ryck means jerk/snatch/pull/tug in Swedish. As in, I ryck’d my hand back and forth and made jelly. Or I ryck’d from the bottom of my well, deep in the earth. I rearranged a few symbols and found ayr. My dwelling swelled into a cyclone and propelled me skyward. into the stratospheric, thinly sliced, shaved. Aquarius is an air sign, after all. Two-two groundhogs’ day, so why not have my head in the clouds? There’re enough groundhogs in the earth as it is.

Still, I do what I can to lower myself to dwell, I end up jerking up and down, unable to settle--though I do dwell, don’t get me wrong. I dwell in circles in cycles in cyclones. Like the time my passenger critiqued my driving, or lack thereof. I missed the easy money, the wide open opportunity for my assimilation into the stream of traffic. No more missed opportunities. And so I dwelt for a moment. I lingered, like I linger on the aforementioned traumatic experiences. A clinger.

Or rather I dwelled, welding the two opposing forces into one mental brain space. Up and Down. Over and out. Earth and Wind. We’re told to sleep with one eye always open in case intertexuality strikes. To be bitextual. But I’ve found freedom only exists to those who do not actively seek it, for they are not bound by any quest. I am determined, however, to find meaning--to create meaning--but i only know the letters and the tethers, they bind me and wind me and lie to me and we, we try we fly we argue we are. What’s that? Energy can neither be created nor destroyed? Only transformed? So, then, must I take these seemingly unintelligible ideas and create some iota of truth? Have I not done that already? I thought the race ended at the finish line, with a welder and an elder. Aw elders, don’t cry. The youth are only growing westless, any farther west and we’re far east. Feast, then, and don’t dwell. Dwelling only leads to madness. And below madness billows boiling wells and lower and lower and lovver and and. back in my well, to dwell and smell and shell, because, historically speaking, Weldon and Sheldon seem to be interchangeable, from a certain point of view.