infinity on repeat

"It is the imagination pressing back against the pressure of reality. It seems, in the last analysis, to have something to do with our self-preservation; and that, no doubt, is why the expression of it, the sound of its words, helps us to live our lives.”

Thoughts on Russian montage

Shots stacked so tall they tip over into the abyss.
Metaphysics will mess you up and inevitably
one of us will explode. Content is conflict
and so is the form.  The mind
sees with body and hears with idea being formed.

A name. A hollow thing> a thing within a thing.
What does it mean why do we repeat it
with bodies lives ideas thoughts minds picturethings?
There is no gold inside the word shell
but still we want more and more and more of it.

We have conflict on top of conflict
on top of conflict. We have a flurry of possible
molds for making order out of chaos
but we have only one method
and it is hollow. It is mimicking the cause.

The cause the cause the cause.
This is just a framed bit of everything
everywhere ever. The resolution does not come
instead we continue on, stuck to the underbelly
of an unimpressed ship. We remember it how
we remember an entire life—in a shadow
near the eye of a storm

Everyone is afraid of the next domino
falling. Everyone will die but that is not even the thing anymore.
We are desperate to become
symbols, squeezing our feet into the wrong shoe.
Let us be more than another object. We wonder
if objects die too. Then we see objects exploding.
Then we feel worse. We would rather die than watch
death fall onto object, so we decide to become
object ourselves.

Beginning middle end sounds right.
It has a shape a body can trace. Trace it backwards
call it revolution. First the sentence,
and then the evidence. No, no. First
the evidence, and then the sentence.                    Isn’t that how we occurred?

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kissing fishes

this is how mise en scene goes on
behind shut eyes. maybe a hologram
solidifying, a still picture of my grandfather
kissing a strange woman.
but the focus begins shifting shapes and both
begin to look like fishes.
a soft milky blob of light hovers
over their fish lips I swim into that halo
to touch the one small everything nucleus
the catapult of nascent darkness

look at allies pretty pictures. wowza

a ghost is born

 

 

All Photos were taken while I visited Grand Teton National Park. If you want to drool over mountains, I strongly recommend visiting the park in Wyoming.

“Like the wheel that keeps travelers traveling on/ Like the wheel that will take you home”

-The Tallest Man on Earth

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sometimes i have to clutch a book against my heart until i can fall asleep

maybe the trick for remaining dedicated to writing without giving up the beauty of being alive is to refuse all thoughts until i have a pen hand to trace them with 

kewl

Drunks&Lampposts

If you are interested in this data set you might like my latest post where I use it to make book recommendations.

This one came about because I was searching for a data set on horror films (don’t ask) and ended up with one describing the links between philosophers.

To cut a long story very short I’ve extracted the information in the influenced by section for every philosopher on Wikipedia and used it to construct a network which I’ve then visualised using gephi

It’s an easy process to repeat. It could be done for any area within Wikipedia where the information forms a network. I chose philosophy because firstly the influences section is very well maintained and secondly I know a little bit about it. At the bottom of this post I’ve described how I got there.

First I’ll show why I think it’s worked as a visualisation. Here’s the…

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whimsical


I forgot my journal in my car; it’s way too cold to go fetch it.

(Oh okay, so I have been looking through my drafts and found this gem from 2010 when I was in the middle of losing my mind. I took my first poetry workshop soon after and rebirth)

I’ve gotten so blog shy that I had a nightmare about it. Everyone read my blog and could somehow see straight through my ambiguities. They found out all of my secrets. They met the side of me that I just can’t kill off. Why do I do some of the things I do?

Sometimes I think there is either one big thing every one sees but me, or one big thing I see that no one else does. But that’s not real, is it?

I hate it when I forget what makes me sad.

a blithe field song i like a lot

i love you tate

Sentences

Girl must meander surreptitiously.

Girl is very blurry.

Girl meandered forever.

Must gray and fog meander still?

They meander here every day.

Girl softly tastes aluminum.

what i think i have learned about writing so far

  • style is simple. even butterflies know that
  • pictures first
  • you have to finish the line
  • unlearn everything you have learned since the age of 3
  • never try
  • listen with raw honesty
  • there is no talent, only obsession
  • write with humble gratitude toward your reader
  • reject your religion but keep your devout
  • chase experience madly
  • remember everything
  • work harder each day
  • you are the sum of your questions
  • collect inspiration from all disciplines
  • always hope to be wrong
  • a writer is the vehicle, not the source