Line-nine, reads as follows.

June 29, 2008 in brushes, figurative, letter

I wanted to write a story.  But then the lines I wrote tired me.  Nothing sounded like I had imagined it.  I am disappointed and now writing about it.  As I read the lines, before I erased them, my thoughts turned to art.  I began to think, what would it take to succeed and write [...]

(a)Forever, (A)board

June 27, 2008 in figurative, letter

Then came winter.  Stepping slowly from the mountain, he was re-approaching the base of the summit.  The birds played their songs, perhaps their attractive song is why the man left.  No-one ever saw the man, how he made his way to the peak, and so rang the predictions.  Women told stories over breakfast and the [...]

Topology

June 20, 2008 in brushes, explosions in the sky

At first I’m not impressed.  In fact, I’m not even listening.  But this is what it wants to be, it wants me to believe in that smooth transition.  So that my world is not taken from me, that what I believe is what has always been real.  So here I am,  listening to this music.  [...]

As for, this week,

June 17, 2008 in letter

Hello
by, Remand-
I was told to never talk to strangers.  Not a word.  But what do those– who tell me this, think about those strangers.  Strangers– to themselves?  Not a word.
I was told to never talk to strangers.  But then can you stop talking to someone, you thought you knew, who has left you a [...]

u-s-e Lessman.

June 15, 2008 in letter

I’m reminded of the useless man.  Useless because his thoughts added up to nothing.  A man who could work, just like everyone else, but who could not stop.  If stopped, it would all end- the work and play of life, because then he would start thinking.  He couldn’t have a job that required reading.  Nothing [...]

Mathe?

June 13, 2008 in brushes

There are a few problems with love. Finally, let us try to mathematize it.

What we have here is two variables, but is ever increasing.

. . . resign.

June 12, 2008 in 'I', Kierkegaard

The Knight– I’ve been in fear lately.  That this world I live in has fulfilled my humblest desires.  Nothing can satisfy when everything is already fulfilled.  As I watch the people, moving their own ways, I watch someone a little more or less like me.  We move without, at least, a thought.  Not a thought [...]

Wired, attn: love.

June 7, 2008 in brushes, figurative, rhythm

“You’re a lover,” she said, “that’s why you only care about memories.”  Memories, I thought to myself.  Is that what this is?  Like the last thing we did, I best remember it- so vividly, how three birds watched us drive by.  They were quick, those two crows, darting through the phone-lines trying to irritate the [...]