All I must
do is know that they are there and then I will see them. The spots that flee my vision as I focus - they are only visible when I lay my back upon the globe and spin with it, gazing towards space for it, not charting a course!, but wondering how the hell there could ever be a destination!
Ugly colors - blue red yellow - even white - when I am saturated with green. Sitting, the world focuses all its attention - its expression - its messages that it screams in my face. And yet I sit here, numbly worried about color. The colour of my world - it off ends me and I sit and watch someone eat wearing a pink shirt and scarf as the wing blows my paper the shade the leaves the blades of grass moving evolving, unvolving, deloving, forthcoming into shots of vulgar commondalification. Forgone exposure of heretofor unforseen -
beetle robot more up test sight?
down, back, down into the shadows
into the earth into the unseen
changes, again to be re-born
to this world anew,
again to shout so lougly unknowing
but total feeling. It is me, gone, fine, left, okay.
Ugly colors - blue red yellow - even white - when I am saturated with green. Sitting, the world focuses all its attention - its expression - its messages that it screams in my face. And yet I sit here, numbly worried about color. The colour of my world - it off ends me and I sit and watch someone eat wearing a pink shirt and scarf as the wing blows my paper the shade the leaves the blades of grass moving evolving, unvolving, deloving, forthcoming into shots of vulgar commondalification. Forgone exposure of heretofor unforseen -
beetle robot more up test sight?
down, back, down into the shadows
into the earth into the unseen
changes, again to be re-born
to this world anew,
again to shout so lougly unknowing
but total feeling. It is me, gone, fine, left, okay.
posted by Sturgeon General at 5:30 PM
7 Comments:
what a terrible terrible terrible piece of writing
i would disagree. i'm guessing you were high when you wrote it but that doesn't lessen it. i especially like the typos, i hope some of them were intentional (like color/colour and wing instead of wind). and the first couple paragraphs, before it becomes more obscure verse at the end, are actually real good. i'm a big fan of random punctuation and a very big fan of talking strangely about the perpetual aspects of everyday existence (like seeing colors, which we obviously constantly do but never quite stop to think about). there's a bit of gary snydes in this, i'm not sure why i feel so, but we'd be kidding ourselves if we didn't think that old dharma bum didn't have his fair share of stoned writings. and i apologize if i have assumed wrong in thinking you were high. good piece either way.
haha not high.. not reading adorno... sitting, lying on the green behind watson on a windy day, two girls looking at me also lying on the green, a guy with a pink shirt on the bench messily eating a sandwich. i dont really smoke that much anymore, nor do i drink! i guess in the lack of chemical intake, the brain produces its own craziness... it was just some free association writing, observing, trying to process my immediate thoughts
good deal man - i found myself writing a song today that was similar, actually i'll post it, similar in that i should've been high when writing it but instead i was just in an unconcerned state of mind, and just let words pop into my head.
decided not to post that song. lyrics don't make sense out of context of the singing.
no thats when they do make sense!
i disagree. i started to post it then realized how sappy it looked. it's meant to be sung in a velvet underground meet kings of leon sort of way. how sappy would most velvet underground songs look on paper?
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