Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Monday

While The Time’s Away A Story

Is there any way to while the time away while they are away. There are things to say. Saying things are saying things. Clever isn’t Trevor any more. Now he’s fonder of his founder. It is not a play. It is a library. It is what his superpower used to be that is what he isn’t now. He is more and more now he is what he’s not what he used to be. He is busy being what he isn’t what he used to be. That is legacy. Every cat has its day.

Everybody’s looking in the mirror but they cannot see their face. To be something you must have a hole in it. It is not in the center. Center is a way of situating something someone somehow. There is always, always, going. That is a relief. Wait a minute now. How is that for something you weren’t thinking? Any time there’s something you were thinking, it can be a comfort. Any time there’s something you weren’t thinking, it can be exciting. Going always going is exciting is a comfort, it is a relief, cause it’s easiest and hard to do. Knowing it. That is something you can just give into. He cannot give into it. That is a story.

Any story is a way of how it is and how he cannot will not go give into it. And everything does not go right. Sometimes it goes right. Because suddenly it seems like it goes how the way it ought to go, if only he’d believe and not go how the way it goes, cause he won’t give into it. Everybody has to fight. That is how a story goes. Every story is adventure. Every story is a romance. Both of them are fighting. When there is no fighting any more then the story becomes writing. That is when the thinking starts and that is when the story ends.

Thursday

Things Are In The Way

In a way of interjecting. And if then, if when, they are not seen. You might say you can see them. You are thinking them. You are thinking them like writing them. Banana. You are reading them like writing them like seeing them like that. It is not a bicycle. There are things. You are only thinking there are things. It’s a nice big house.

She said something. He said something back. If there is a pause then there is desert. This is my new car. If they have a thing, then they’ll give it and they’ll take it and they’ll write a book about it and they’ll try to live by that. This is how.

That is what a play is really. Anyone can write a recipe and cook it wrong.

No One In the Synch

The best thing you have ever said or written or whatever isn’t. Not to someone else. There is always something you are not.

If you’re lucky someone says to you that you are lucky it is so. If you’re lucky you are lucky and you’re not.

Everybody is upon it. Words are working on you now. Maybe it is happening because there’s something that is trying to remove you from the flow of it. It is something, it is you, is not you, it is not the way it’s something, but what is it. It’s an inclination.

This is not like something someone else. No one else is thinking this right now.

Monday

What is anything? Part Two

Is there any way that anything can ever be something not doubted can’t be doubted to be something by someone, by someone usually who is someone else. It will be a pain. It will be a surprise. Usually I’m writing like someone not writing. It is better if I can’t explain it. If you just put things here something is bound to happen afterwards. There is being intermittently.

If you’re able and you are not looking for something to happen. Then it will. Green is a colour but it isn’t. Any words I say now are not words you hear. When you hear them they are heard and they are not words but they might be words but they are not writing in that way. Whenever writing isn’t writing but is what is written. Even when you do not know what it is that is written. What is happening you do not know. It can be a comfort when it's nearly like it. It can be annoying if it’s too much like it. Tributes are ok. Copy cats are not. There must be a difference. Which is like a failing that is holy.

If I come up with some words. I do not come up with words. Well, I do. But does writing. No. Writing does not do that. It does not come up with words. There is music. When it is dictation it will be the best. It is easiest that way. Everything that’s easiest is best. It is always best. It has always been that way. It will always be forgotten. When you are not planning it. It is planning you. It does not have plans. It is being you. It is not a you. It is being you. There is always when there is a you there is always you and you. Only when there isn’t is, there is really is, and there is not ever you can speak of. Sugar makes it hurt. That is not a code.

Thursday

What is anything? Part 1

What is anything? There are words. Any of them has something that’s had too much to something. Drink. Eat. Think. Someone’s had too much to think. If there is a voice is my voice is it comfortable is it right does it sound right feel right to me. If there is. Is there? There are underlines. If this is a voice. If there is a person in this syntax in this writing that’s uniquely who somebody then who. There are words that are written. There are words that are writing. There is writing that is words of course it’s words but it’s not. It is writing. How that happens I don’t know. There might be some words that aren’t writing. I’m not sure sometimes whether anything I’m reading looking at is writing. But it seems that if I’m reading it then well it stands to reason it is writing. Anything that stands to reason. Why is it standing. Why it’s standing. It is standing. It is necessarily some thing. Anything that’s seen might have been seen and it might have been what it was that was seen. Maybe. There is little certainty to anyone who isn’t certain.

Anything been seen may well have been seen and it may well have been what it was that was seen. Maybe. Certainly certainty is sometimes not certain.

Monday

Even though a lot of it is misery there is always thinking going on.

It is not an effort to be thinking. It is always going on. In fact, it is rather more an effort to be not thinking. Is not-thinking thinking really after all? What is thinking really. Is thinking really anything. It is something that’s for sure. It is something else, for sure. But what is it really. Is there really such a thing as thinking or is there really only dreaming and then also talking to yourself.

What is dreaming after all? Dreaming - is it really only thinking. But it’s all imagination. Maybe it’s imagination.

Dreaming when you’re seeing it and being like you’re living it is dreaming when you are asleep for the most part. Right now when your memory is working and remembering the things you said and did, is that dreaming but you do not see the images so well and you do not feel that you are living and you’re being it so well because you’re living and you’re being what you're doing with your eyes open seeing and you are directing yourself doing things like washing up or writing something for somebody who is paying you to do it or is not.

It is not even really that I can but I do and I do just keep on thinking which is dreaming which is memory and planning and anxiety and hoping and believing and it sometimes is ideas now and then and opinions about things and remembering some story or another that you read or heard or watched or you're making up. I am often making up a story. It is all in a way narrative and stories and ideas and some criticism too going on and on and on like a river flowing. Sometimes it’s a torrent and it pulls you under and you drown. So to speak.

It does not even matter what it is. Unless that’s a part of the story. If you’re going to be stoping, well then stop.

Well of course you are not your thinking. But of course your thinking is you.

Is there really any such a thing as imagination?

What is making something better? How can anything be better or be worse or especially be not quite good enough. How can anything be something that is on its way to being something that is better.

How can anything be anything and being that it is a thing how then can it be that it can then be something else? How can anything be anything and how could it be something else. And then how could it be something else again.

Depending on who’s owning it.

How can anything be something someone’s owning? How can anyone who’s owning something keep it to themselves. When it’s taken how then is it taken, and is it. How then is it owned by somebody else and is it then something that is owned by the two or more of them. Anything can be something that’s said to be something that is owned by somebody, and someone else can say they own it too. There can be disputes. Only when somebody who’s in charge is enforcing who’s it is can the dispute then be said to be taken to be settled but it isn’t always really settled even then. That is how somebody can be saying something has been taken from them that they own. That is how somebody can be saying that their ownership of something has been stolen from them. Do they still have the thing even if they do not have ownership of it.

What is owning anything?

Someone can be not having what they own but they still are having it the ownership of it.

Someone can be saying that their ownership of something has been taken from them even when they still do have the thing that they say they own.

There is staring into space and it is agreeable. There is doing dishes and it sometimes is agreeable and sometimes it is not.

Sometimes it is not agreeable to do the things you have to do. There are things you have to do that you do not care to do. That is called responsibility. That is being owned by something that is ruling you to do it, or by someone who is ruling you to do it. Someone ruling you can be yourself ruling you, and that is very interesting because of course it does mean that you are not only you simply you in just one sense. When there’s thinking. When there’s thinking, and there’s always thinking, there is always being you in some sense of being you.

Sometimes when I’m thinking and the thinking that I’m thinking is exciting, then I want something to eat. Usually a snack. But am I ever really thinking. Am I ever really not thinking? Is there any thinking that I’m thinking. Could it be that there is thinking that I’m thinking? When you’re stopping what you’re thinking then you could be thinking what your thinking and that’s thinking that is thinking. Maybe only thinking that is thinking can be thinking that is stopped.

Quit While You're A Head



Lots of people say a lot of ordinary things. Lots of people listen.

Sidewalks to blister. Your cousin does damage. Laughs in the kitchen is better milk fed. Dressing down. Right into town. Clavicle cool.

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Asking at or did indeed be well and they ever the last one was. Poor. Or open doorway cousin to let be with it for lasting relations to mythic mapping math mistakes the stakes are quite high.

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Tom T Hall Parker pen. Custom road manager. Ravenous memory. Oshawa counting your eggs before they've been hatched. Snitch. The boil on her tongue wagging dogs tails are symbols of knights at the table call horses the cubby hole doily doll feature shop window is treating displays of the likeness of drawing the king of the plane.  

In case glass breaking the walk in the park. The beach is still missing. There goes another one. Balls and dogs and small children are learning the balance of features anxiety graven. Mistake. An image of correlates. Dozens.

Quit while you're ahead.