HOw to bUild a HeArt

Assignment One

By Kelly Lydick

How to Build a Heart:

1)

Opening the tool case is the first feat.

Old, rickety, plastic with wood handle, the scuffed outer shell is like a treasure tome that has been unearthed after hundreds of years.  What does it hold? Will it still have value?

Creaking hinges are a sign of lack of use. No matter.  What is contained inside can provide the keys to constructing and deconstructing a variety of materials, wishes, robots and autobots, televisions and pre-recorded videos, marathons and endless stories, among others.

Consciousness not included.

2)

Tools remain greasy until wiped clean. A jack is a must; hydraulics optional, likely more helpful. Like a child, moving the hydraulics up-and-down, up-and-down, is amusing, passes the time, reminds everyone of simplicity.

Grease is black as night, but leaves nothing to ponder, wonder, scrutinize. It absorbs.

3)

Now for the build.

The ego is involved in the construction for it only creates lines and wires, memories and fires, starters and mis-fires, squeaks and flowering geometrics.

Wherewithal not standing, the lines and wires are like key lime pie: tart and smooth, limelight and whipped cream. Aerodynamic bodylines reverse wrinkles.

Remind the ego that what it loves grows in proportion to what it builds. 

Remind the ego that what it builds has the capability of taking a life of its own; breath, oil, grease.  A golem? An angel.

Since when did any mechanic go into the shop without coveralls?  Everything splatters.

Remind the ego that this construction site is a paranormal experiment, bushings and bearings, valves and whistles, axles moving and marking and revolving and revolutionizing its own car, its own engine, a platform for larger pies. 

What moves in the night is not invisible, a haunting from other cars, past loves, disassembled transmissions. Tune in and tune up for the best mileage.

5K RPM in second gear is a leap forward from first. Here w-ego!

Spinning more quickly requires more gas. Turn the key lime and let her roar.

The greasy ego gets the wheel.

4)

Connect ego to brain.

A three-step process:

First, rewire windows to respond to lights and whistles, bells and headlights.

Second, adjust intake valve and ensure vacuum is sealed.  The proper mixture of gasoline and air is imperative.

Third, wire spark plugs to consciousness, adjust flywheel. Stand back.

5)

W-ego forward trusting there are no potholes in the earth, no loose gravel spun up, kicked out, mussed up and dished out.  Would you like another slice of pie?  We also have banana crème.

I also noticed your hands are clean now. Thanks for wiping the grease on the white doilies in the bathroom. I’ll feed them to the chickens now. 

Remind the ego that what goes around becomes circular; what goes in squares always adds up to the highest grossing film of all time.  Have you chosen a title?

Set it in motion.  E-motion. Emotion. Evolving movement and square wheels. Anything that can be created can be destroyed.  This ego will gross higher than Star Wars, although it may be more brilliant, like a dying supernova.

Remind the ego that every one needs a tune up every year. 

Remind the ego that w-ego, we start, we stop, we take up arms, we fold arms, we cross arms, we shake hands, we make deals, we break bones. We’re fragile.

In motion, everything rises, but not all will converge.  Take aim at the intake valve to ensure a smooth ride, good digestion, better pie.

6)

Piston’s pumping, chambers and valves flopping, intakes and outtakes guzzling, the tune up has attuned to the motion of the grooves in the record of time. The record of all existence is part of the experiment. Paranormal recordings are in session.

Which page are you on?  Turn to the letter “I” for Internal.  You won’t find this entry under combustion or engine.

Directions are only provided to those that ask. Many do not have the need. 

Remind the ego of the need for grease.

Remind the ego that Wikipedia is only an article. 

Remind the ego that all that can be contained will be combusted.

Remind the ego that all that can be burned, roasted, sparked and set aflame can return to the hearth, return to the earth, return to the heart.

7)

He was the gasoline flowing through the engine of my heart.

8)

Now for the fanning.

Piston’s pumping, chambers and valves flopping, intakes and outtakes guzzling, RPMs near red-line, the engine is on fire.

Would you want it any other way? 

A distinguished engine doesn’t move.  No fire, no motion.

A heart not filled with passion dies.

A pie that is not baked is simply not a pie.

A heart that is infinite is on fire.

Engine of the Car by domdeen, freedigitalphtos.net