exercise in negative capability
16Sep08
milk before killing, milk before eating (with the patience required for screwing in a light bulb)
There’s room for meat
and mars this time of year is burnt skin.
They peel it.
When i reach the telephone booth please have my horse ready. He’s been gnawing on the number nine. The last cloud of hay didn’t come close enough, just as far as he could smell it,
i don’t know about girls, i know more about being unimpressive; getting nude with the robotic boys on the floor for tea and talks about strengthening the joints.
(Our play is a thousand years immature)
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I read your material and it feels like trying to read through an electric fan: I can get glimpses here and there, sometime making up a whole picture that makes sense to my brain. However, is it just my brain filling in the bits I don’t understand, to make a more familiar image I can relate to? Do you think if I stay and read enough I’ll get to piece together the jumble I think I see? I never was good at those “Magic Eye” things. I’d stare for many minutes and tried many ways to see that picture. Perhaps my mind works in too many straight lines and right angles. I can’t help but find your stuff fun and interesting to read, even if I don’t understand all of it. Is that alright? I just might not be able to comment effectively on everything… (Like now?)
Hmm, I’m not sure why I made that comment here. To comment more specifically on your post: it seems to begin with a little bitter frustration at things, then sort of tapers off into a sort of relaxed defeatism –perhaps even an twisted form of acceptance. Am I close?
i think of my writing on this blog as things that just exist on their own without any surrounding ideas solidifying any meaningful concept. i wouldn’t read into them. i don’t really read into them or try to push meaning into them. it’s more of a stream of consciousness writing practice to help me become more free in more cohesive complete pieces of writing that i write outside of this blog. sometimes i even take words from my notebook or material written during my writing workshops. most of the time i’m writing because i have to get a long chain on words out to see what interactions and connections in language and ideas will form, maybe i can draw from them and use them elsewhere. it’s just an exercise in freedom, creative freedom.