Thoughts on an empty space
As the world kept him thinking in turns so would the blank, empty, undiluted space in the upper right corner of his unimaginative American blog. It left itself for last - as if it knew it was much too smart for him - as if the search bar that had once been there was an overture to another space in time - as if that corner meant more than it really did.
As the world kept him thinking in turns so would the blank, empty, undiluted space in the upper right corner of his unimaginative American blog. It left itself for last - as if it knew it was much too smart for him - as if the search bar that had once been there was an overture to another space in time - as if that corner meant more than it really did.
forced march
The ugliness of this… the difficulty of creating it… the cumbersome nature of its flow… the played out tropes… the tired metaphors… the dusty style… it all weighs heavy like another horrible simile. Still… committed to this space… to this experiment… to this idea that spilling thought pure and uncut is worth while… time slips by… measured in unnatural keystrokes. Sense is hard to see… incoherent and rambling yet existentially necessary…… the entropy of consciousness… the effort of order… the toxic drip of uninspired phrasing… out of mind out of measure words drain, sit, dark, motionless… undiscovered.
Listening To
- Pink Floyd – Outside the Wall
- Blakroc – Dollaz & Sense Feat. Pharoahe Monch, RZA
- Pearl Jam – Pry, To
- The National – Daughters of the Soho Riots
- Cold War Kids – We Used to Vacation
- The String Cheese Incident – Hold Whatcha Got
- Medeski, Martin and Wood – Lifeblood
- Norah Jones – In The Morning
- The Hold Steady – Hornets! Hornets!
- Wilco – I Am Trying to Break Your Heart
© 2007 [mturro: in plain sight]. 
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