Monday, 21st December 2015
Just one more - how people are like plants, how the branching of our
self is a more complex state of the same branching system. We will have
'just one more' of the destructive element because it brings us some
sort of gratification and pleasure whilst simultaneously travelling an
outwards path of knowledge and wisdom, but also retardation and lack of
motor skills. These veins of being dance in and out of one another,
our body being the vessel between. We react to chemistry and psychology
in much the same way that plants do. Feed us well and we will grow, talk
to us and we will react. Whether positive or negative we will react.
You always need a thread - how it is the thread that keeps us tied to
this reality, how without it we would just float off into space and
never come back down. and so...
We are all chemists - how we are trying to get the balance right, how
all things affect us, no matter how real or unreal they may be,
psychologically and physically we are we are just petri-dishes in a lab
somewhere with ourselves doing the experiment. "How much light shall I
give this one?" "In what way should I speak to this one?" "What if I add
this substance to the mix?"
And then out of nowhere a face adds:
"Inspiration?"
True geniuses are very good chemists
Monday, 21 December 2015
Tuesday, 12 August 2014
Tuesday, 12th August 2014
Venetian blinds
Telling time
Lines on my wall
Sun rise to fall
Silent ticking
Words of light
Disappear and appear
Over and over
Telling time
Lines on my wall
Sun rise to fall
Silent ticking
Words of light
Disappear and appear
Over and over
Thursday, 26 June 2014
Thursday, 26th June 2014
Lost a silence to collapsing doubt
Grew and died and was dried by wishes
A light relief of a veinless leaf
Empty contentment
Cup and cradle silent calling of hands
Gaps to shiver in
Stare at shoulders in rooms
With apostrophes over each arm
Chattering greedily over carpets
Knotted stories
Tall orders and dreams prevented by ghosts
Breath in close proximity
Empty to fill
Chases away the waiting mind
Lost a silence to collapsing doubt
Grew and died and was dried by wishes
A light relief of a veinless leaf
Empty contentment
Cup and cradle silent calling of hands
Gaps to shiver in
Stare at shoulders in rooms
With apostrophes over each arm
Chattering greedily over carpets
Knotted stories
Tall orders and dreams prevented by ghosts
Breath in close proximity
Empty to fill
Chases away the waiting mind
Wednesday, 4 June 2014
Wednesday.4th June 2014
Pockets of realities
In one I was yours
In one I was his
And his with him
In one with her
And him her his
I jump
Into them all
Every one
The ones we think
May have happened
Already have
Somewhere
Pockets of realities
In one I was yours
In one I was his
And his with him
In one with her
And him her his
I jump
Into them all
Every one
The ones we think
May have happened
Already have
Somewhere
Sunday, 18 May 2014
Monday, 19th May 2014
Fewer fish thought less than the thoughtless fish thought. 'Less fish have thought' the fish thought but fewer fish fought the fish on this thought than you would have thought. Less thought and fewer thoughts the thoughtless fish thought than the fish that thought, less the fish that thought fewer thoughts than the thoughtless fish thought. Conclusion: think less about fish
Fewer fish thought less than the thoughtless fish thought. 'Less fish have thought' the fish thought but fewer fish fought the fish on this thought than you would have thought. Less thought and fewer thoughts the thoughtless fish thought than the fish that thought, less the fish that thought fewer thoughts than the thoughtless fish thought. Conclusion: think less about fish
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