Null-logic.

July 27, 2008 in brushes, letter

As lines meet, at the end of the road, do they cross?  Can lines, like ideas, cross?  Remember an idea- that little Notion, determinate and simple.  “An Idea has two sides,” Hegel said,  “The positive and negative side, making-up it’s appearance.”  Of course we only see one-side, normally, the positive side.  Even if, the positive [...]

RE: Hello. Say Goodbye.

July 14, 2008 in letter

It’s because of what you said, that I’m not listening to you.  It’s because I listened, that you can’t hear me now.  While I went away, you now drift.  When I thought I was drifting, you pushed me away.
You– while you were saying.  Hello.
Me– while you were saying.  Goodbye.
You– while you’re saying.  Hello.
Me– while you’re [...]

Distancing the Thought, of you.

July 11, 2008 in letter

I was trying to double fractions.  Then she sang to me slightly.  I began to feel the minutes naturally overcome me, like a moment of elevation.  There my thoughts surrounded me, like clouds they passed by without noticing– the wasting time. Thoughts quickly turning, laboring.  There patiently waiting, mentally taking ideas from side to side.  [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

I just can’t . . .

May 11, 2008 in letter

It’s morning.  I don’t have the time to write.  So much to do, why am I sitting here?  Why write about my day, the day I don’t have time for.  A day with a schedule I forgot to make.  I’m trying today, one with reasons, to say, “Today.”  Then I get these feelings, to just [...]

Of No Singer, at all.

May 10, 2008 in letter

October 5, 2007– Podington Bear releases “Hearts Afflutter.”  The song begins with a fitful double beat.  The atonal chords sweep far and the bass pumps, only so much.  Then, the slow dissonance of hovering melancholy suffers to reach the key, to open the door.
Love fumbles into the opening, with everyone watching.  The space encloses, the [...]

What is. No, this.

May 10, 2008 in letter

Is it really disclosure, and not, the loosening of being?  As if the bubbling of a flower were excess.  What painting cannot describe, and music comprehends, is the game– the secret.  How the excess is a fruition of the sensorium, the roots shaken from the categories.  The being which exceeds prematurity is non-other than words, [...]