Hi folks,
Between the two jobs, 5 courses, cadets, sports, and the upcoming exams- I've lost the time I used to make to blog...It's been a rough patch. Nonetheless,I've been noting some stuff, so here are a few partial thoughts of mine...
* It is the nothingness of some things that make them what they are. If you mold a cup, you have to make it hollow: it’s the emptiness within that makes it useful. In a house or room, it is the empty spaces- the doors, the windows- that make it bearable and useful. They all use what they are made of to do what they do, but without their nothingness, they would be nothing. If we're quick to recognize the uses of hollowness in material objects, why is it that as a society we're too preoccupied with our own things to notice when this emptiness is foraging its depth-less hollowness in people too?
*Why do we say look, when we really mean- listen? They are not synonyms.
* What you can’t have you pretend you don’t want. What you long for, you scorn the most.
* Nothing is real until is imagined. We are what we imagine ourselves to be. Other people are what we imagine them to be, in accordance with what they want to be seen as...So what's the point of fussing over our physical images, if it's all in the head?
* I require nothing less then perfection of myself, first time.
* Tears are seashells of silence, in the form of a fluid canopy of desperation.
* Waiting is: a state of inactivity in readiness for further use.
* Cunt? Oh no thanks, it keeps me up at night…
* A piece of writing is stored energy. Reading is the transfer of that energy. The translation process to a reader, in a way that simply takes your head off. Maybe every 10th reader connects with the words, and has that same experience you did or intended when you wrote…Language is a part of the wild. Its own organic process. I am willing to take a chance at it.
Take care,
A.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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