'cause they party while we sleep
/thoughts on bears for inspiration. imagination. and clarification.
bear bear. pictured above on the right was the first stuffed bear my dad bought me. into my stroller he went with size enough to hide my infancy. instant love.
corduroy. the other bear above left, came later. he reminded my dad of his own old bear, carried by the arm as a child - crookedly dangling with weighted feet. I did the same for years.
every dream. every vacation. every sleepover.
and still, they come on our adventures in nova. sometimes with friends.
i always believed my bears partied while i slept. raided the fridge. painted their faces. danced. filled the bathtub with water - pool party. perhaps they climbed out the window and went exploring. built forts. played cards. took a nap. who knows, maybe now bear bear and corduroy drink wine and philosophize. read my extensive poetry collection. write letters or discuss the fate of the planet. the fate of the bear. and yes.
i still believe it.
or imagine it. or
live it.
and no. it's not about getting tipsy. 'matter of fact it’s quite the opposite. see 2a for misconceptions and bear here in stories. get drunk. bear down. is well. sort of like . . get passionate. dive in. get happy. dance away. get creative. go create.
get drunk . bear down . enjoy the ride - ace