October 26 2012

There’s no telling. There is only ever telling. Someone’s always something. It’s important to somebody, who can make you suffer. That is always ready.

The distribution channel. If there is anything. Crisp. The telling remark. For everybody working it out. On the brink of down and fuck it all. On the precipice of being with the all of it. Corn. Become an enemy. Influence unnoticeable. Exhale differently. Horns are texture. What are footnotes. Why is rhythm sometimes something someone thinks is good or bad or out of place or missing needed. 

Does anything at all need to be described any more. When you’re there with it — it’s there with you. What exactly makes you think? What are you without you saying yes. Making something up can be one way of saying what it is. Some songs should be named again. Some expressions on some faces ought to change. Is for what it’s worth it. Because somebody said that. Poetry is all about the noun. Prose is all about the verb. Anyway it is simply simple. Writing is sacred.

Letters in sand. Are letters. Sifting. Looking in. Looking out. If you are not there then why am I addressing you. All of everything is known. This way. Emerging. Emerging property. Unowned. Semblance of a solid. If you think that this is worth it. If you’re brave enough.