It swirls into the eddy of a paragraph and piles up against the others at the checkpoints and the margins. Eventually the story will swell and coalesce into an explosive potential.
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Showing posts with label smart words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label smart words. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Culled Blog Draft/ Gratuitous Tired Post #1
The words roll like an avalanche, being pushed by a vicious gravity. It isn't a sentence, it's a calamitous cavalcade, a rolling maelstrom, behind which the residue of experience is left: it is a sentence, a sizzling white wake that dissolves into the blue.
It swirls into the eddy of a paragraph and piles up against the others at the checkpoints and the margins. Eventually the story will swell and coalesce into an explosive potential.
Google search:maelstrom
It swirls into the eddy of a paragraph and piles up against the others at the checkpoints and the margins. Eventually the story will swell and coalesce into an explosive potential.
Google search:maelstrom
Friday, January 9, 2009
Culled Blog Draft/ Gratuitous Tired Post #1
The words roll like an avalanche, being pushed by a vicious gravity, at the forefront of which is the narrative of our lives. It isn't a sentence, it's a calamitous cavalcade, a rolling maelstrom, behind which the residue of experience is left: it is a sentence, a sizzling white wake that dissolves into the blue.
It swirls into the eddy of a paragraph and piles up against the others at the checkpoints and the margins. Eventually the story will swell and coalesce into an explosive potential.
Google search:maelstrom
It swirls into the eddy of a paragraph and piles up against the others at the checkpoints and the margins. Eventually the story will swell and coalesce into an explosive potential.
Google search:maelstrom
Friday, December 19, 2008
I'm Me.
I looked at myself in the mirror at the video store tonight and thought that I looked like someone who looked like me.
When I was young I was equally intrigued with three ideas that spoke to a single, young, and budding existential dilemma. I would look in the mirror trying to imagine whatever it is that was before the universe, and later (presumably) human beings. I couldn't get over the fact that in trying to imagine nothing - a void, a vacuum - I was in fact imagining something, and that it was impossible to imagine anything prior to the time when there was something. When I got bored with that I would - still looking in the mirror - repeat my name out loud over and over again, until I attained this acute sense of 1) what an utterly bizarre sound the sound of my name was and 2) how it failed miserably in even coming close to representing anything that might signify who I was as an individual. I was always aware of the fact that the association between myself and my name was arbitrary (which is, apparently, one of my top ten favorite words according to Rachel). Similarly, there was this cartoon on Sesame Street that I remember. It consisted of two spice-drop looking characters, one large and blue, and the other small and red. The large one would hop onto the screen and bellow: "I'm BIG... I'm BIG. I'M BIG" or something to that effect. Troubled, the little red fellow would fidget about for a bit before finally mustering up that courage to utter the words "I'm... I'm ...I'm... ME. I'm ME! I'm ME! I'M ME!" Obviously it was one of those propaganda clips meant to inculcate kids with a sense of worth regardless of size or color, but for me it represented a different dilemma. Later, looking in the mirror, I would have a hard time reconciling the truth of the statement "I'm Me" with the truth itself. If I was first of all someTHING - did indeed exist - was second of all not my name, nor merely an amalgam of my physical characteristcs (red, blue, big, little), than what was I?
When I was young I was equally intrigued with three ideas that spoke to a single, young, and budding existential dilemma. I would look in the mirror trying to imagine whatever it is that was before the universe, and later (presumably) human beings. I couldn't get over the fact that in trying to imagine nothing - a void, a vacuum - I was in fact imagining something, and that it was impossible to imagine anything prior to the time when there was something. When I got bored with that I would - still looking in the mirror - repeat my name out loud over and over again, until I attained this acute sense of 1) what an utterly bizarre sound the sound of my name was and 2) how it failed miserably in even coming close to representing anything that might signify who I was as an individual. I was always aware of the fact that the association between myself and my name was arbitrary (which is, apparently, one of my top ten favorite words according to Rachel). Similarly, there was this cartoon on Sesame Street that I remember. It consisted of two spice-drop looking characters, one large and blue, and the other small and red. The large one would hop onto the screen and bellow: "I'm BIG... I'm BIG. I'M BIG" or something to that effect. Troubled, the little red fellow would fidget about for a bit before finally mustering up that courage to utter the words "I'm... I'm ...I'm... ME. I'm ME! I'm ME! I'M ME!" Obviously it was one of those propaganda clips meant to inculcate kids with a sense of worth regardless of size or color, but for me it represented a different dilemma. Later, looking in the mirror, I would have a hard time reconciling the truth of the statement "I'm Me" with the truth itself. If I was first of all someTHING - did indeed exist - was second of all not my name, nor merely an amalgam of my physical characteristcs (red, blue, big, little), than what was I?
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