Amorphous Sentiency
Seeking Order Within My Chaotic Cognizance
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
You Can Eat Pizza Anytime
"Bagel Bites was widely advertised with the jingle:
Pizza in the morning,
pizza in the evening,
pizza at suppertime!
When pizza's on a bagel,
you can eat pizza any time!'
In fact, one can eat pizza at any time of the day, whether on a bagel or not." - Wikipedia
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Run-on Sentence Revelations
Perhaps there is a book that is not wanted to be written because the ending is sad, even though most of it is happy, but people seem to focus on the ending and if the ending is sad, then the whole thing was sad, but the thing is, the story is life and life is one long continuous thing and the end isn’t necessarily the end, because life keeps going, and just because a chapter has closed doesn’t really mean it’s the end of the story and maybe it’s really just the beginning and even if two characters part in one chapter, they may return in chapters way far in the future because that’s how life works you know, your story coincides with another person’s story for a while, then shit happens and the two stories go on their own tangential stories, but it doesn’t necessarily mean that that the book is written and done and over because things can change and what once seemed to be the point of the story, soon becomes just another sentence in the real story.
Update 11-05-06
Mom: Did you WRITE "Run-on Sentence Revelations"?
Me: yea
Me: last night
Mom: veerrry interesting.
Me: how so?
Mom: I think I'll have to read it a few times to make my sense of what it means.
Me: it's this form of freewriting that I do every once and a while....I try not to stop typing
Me: and I don't allow periods
Me: just one long run on sentance
Mom: You are such an interesting person.
Me: but that one got me thinking about editing and such.....it's where you put the period that counts...or where you end it...because that's the basis around which people draw their conclusions
Mom: You should read "Eats shoots and leaves."
Me: but if you just keep going, the point just gets mixed in as just another detail
Mom: Or the children's version.
Mom: Yeah, I see.
Me: and it's like life...because with life, it just keeps going...so evcerything is constantly re-evaluated
Me: meaning changes
Me: btw..can I post this chunk of our conversation?
Mom: And that is a VERY good thing.
Mom: Why!?
Me: cuz I think it clairifies my point
Mom: ok
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
The Books - Smells Like Content
The Books - Smells Like Content
Balace, Repition
Composition, Mirrors
most of all the world is a place
where parts of wholes are described
whithin an overarching paradigm of clarity
and accuracy
the context of which makes possible
an underlying sense of the way it all fits together
despite our collective tendancy not to concieve of it as such
but then again
the world without end
is a place where souls are combined
but with an overbearing feeling of disparity,
disorderliness
to ingnore is impossible
without getting oneself
into all kinds of trouble
despite one’s best intentions
not to get entangled with it so much
and meanwhile the statues are bleeding green
and others are saying things
much better than we ever could
as the quiet becomes suddenly verbose
and the hail is heralding the size of nickles,
and the street corners are gnashing together
like gears inside the head
of some omnicient engineer
and downward flows the garnered wisdom
that has never died
when finally we opened the box
we couldn’t find any rules
our heads were reeling with a glut of possibilities,
contingencies
but with ever increasing faith
we decided to go ahead and just ingnore them
despite tremendous pressure to capitulate and fade
so instead we went ahead
to fabricate a catalog
of unstable elements
and modicums
and particles with non-zero total strangeness
for brief moments which amount
to nothing more than tiny fragments of a finger snap
and meanwhile we’re furiously sleeping green
and the map has started tearing along it’s creases
due to overuse
when in reality, it’s never needed folds
and the air’s witholding the sound
of its wellspring,
and our heads are approacing a density
reminiscient of the infinite connectivity
of the center of the sun
and therein lies the garnered wisdom
that has never died
expectation leads to disappointment
if you don’t expect something big, huge, and exciting
usually, uh…
i dont know… it’s just not as… yeah