t’ximi

we sit opposite mountains
at our knees,
playful cardboards,
and electric crumbs
we do

skies apart, skies together
tin clouds we wear
behind our ears
for each other
we do

she and i,
we talk away colid cants
through teacup
and board
she do
my ear ~
close to that leaf
close to that knot
i do
to hear,
in hope,
her whisper of horizon

i do
with nook
and nickel
and future scrapes
across the shadow of see and saw

the blacks, our tigh.
her seconds are my firsts
a hundred horns my wig wanders by

alma gemela

awhile back i posted an entry titled "sentimento undulato."  the title (not the entry) was inspired by a story shared to me by my soul mate.  it was about, if i remember right, an italian or perhaps spaniard(in spain) saying "avanti" to his girlfriend or perhaps wife.  i instantly was enamoured by the sentiment, the experience i enjoyed when i heard it and felt it.  it made me feel like so many other feelings i've received in life, but especially so this time- i was made hyper sensitive to the go's of life as it was happening.

to feel the textures of life specifically without effort but with a demand of effort that is freely and willingly given ~ it is a balanced state to be in when that happens.
over the fall i've come to refer to this as "sentimento undulato."  which simply means a "corrugated feeling."  to me "corrugated" is cozy, it is intimate, it is strong, it is fundamental and has a valuable foundation. a rich core.
but it is also temporary and can fail.  and that is ok.  because when we are gifted with that sensation, freed by our own clouds to see that expanse so close to us, we are left not alone but fulfilled beyond ourselves.

i am made incredible~

by my soul mate.

mattress bellows monster

i am not a “painter.” that is, my expressive alignment is not solely to the digms of bristle and pigment; but i’ll say that it really doesn’t matter what i use to wrangle the expressive abstracts. i'll grab all-whots to pinch that reality to shares-devoured. i am sure that somewhere in the celestial, moon and gas are finding new origins at every act of passion that grasps the tangent.

what is in that peripheral, that unfamiliar? you best look, because you’ll be amazed.

arbitrary pull from the ether

seemingly random effects coalesce within the dynamic of one or the group. 

time seems irrelevant, but at the same time necessary.  is it programming? conditioning?  cultural and peer associations are strong because we are so soaked with them through our years of initial growth and sponge.  formulating while trying to comprehend - a reconciliation demanded of us whether we are able to wield or defend ourselves.  we must know what to do before we know what to do.  there is no relative "try before you buy" for human-cultured life.

i challenge time though.  i've slowly started taking in observations on the perception and usage of time; it's development and usage over known accounts throughout human history.  and by "human" i mean our line of evolution.  time makes sense because we make it make sense.  it is a mortar that seems fit to fit everything together. does the idea of time blind our awares?

time binds reality?  reality is an agreed upon consistency of observation; agreed upon within ourselves- with others, directly or indirectly.
things that seem absolute are still only relatively absolute.  not permanent, not static.  eventually our proud human constructs fall to new discovery, new reveals of our insignificant stuffings.
mathematics, science, medicine, these cultures are infant.  they are arrogant.  but they are what we have built upon.  the evolution model at work.  and it is these cultures that progress us.  our biology is relatively slow to evolve, our brains are relatively unchanged, our bodies - likewise.  but our culture, our learnings, "knowledge," that evolves and grows us futures faster than perhaps we are able to wield well.

our tumble with our knowings may be looked back on someday, to see the relative benefits and detriments that came to pass; but in our current we cannot know, nor do most of us care or realize it is something to be interested about.

i've talked to some in my surround, those rhymed enough to bring out the talk in me - not by my choice but by the flow of the music created by our gathered presence.  i talk them the idea of my "jupiter time."  a kind of twisted dimension of time where we live an earth life, but where seeming-"bubbles" of time allow for expanded days, elongated weeks.  when it's thursday i feel it should be monday evening - - "jupiter time!"
days of the "week" should be 5 to 7 times long (guessing) or that the things that we can do in the same time should be 5 to 7 times (or more) greater.  it would still feel and exist like normal earth time, but we'd be able to experience, do, have that 5 to 7 jupiter times.  it's kind of nonsensical, but it probably makes sense to each of us in that we want more time to do things.

the work week is 5 days with 2 days off - 7 up together.  but why?  there have been many other "week" durations throughout the world.  religion may drive much however.  it does drive much.  religion is unifying and relatively consistent enough to provide the comforts our instinct seeks out.  survival, and thus, thrival.  we thrive, and we may be comforted and happy.

a system that works, or seems to work, or by association is said or thought to work is difficult to change.  the consistency is not easily broken.  it is one of the strengths of our species.  we are resilient and adaptable a beast, but we have that kind of osseous construct that keeps us from breaking apart so easily.  that kind of consistent integrity while having that light-on-our-feet resilient mobility keeps us in existence.
how long we will persist to exist is uncertain, what we do cannot ultimately be determined to be detriment or benefit.  only in retrospect.  how about 50 thousand years from now we take a look back to see what was whot and what was whotnot.

perhaps the week could be changed someday.  something more effective maybe.  just because it's worked so far, or for so long, doesn't mean it is balanced; doesn't mean it's the best or the worst.  i'm not saying to change something just to do it, but if you feel the ether about you telling you something, if your balance is off, then you adjust, you adapt, the resilient beast seeks survival.

the pillow makers

". . . in their shop one can find the finest menner-batts and caterpillar leathers for leagues around. you can find your fittes quickly and take flight in the later-ons.  they are swift and precise and have a great tier to befriend any pocket book."


[gloz.]
menner-batts:  famous (pillow) fillings by the master, menner family.
caterpillar leather:  just like what it sounds like, virgan trappers cut and cure the finest.
fitte:  a kind of rhythm or tone that one has with everything they interact with. for pillow tailoring this regards the selection and choice of the constructing materials.

pocket sense

i love texture. a cough. smoke. a dollar in my pocket.

-
the conversation of inarticulates may consistently say more than articulate forms.


it is not you, it is me. it is not me, it is we. it is not we, it is us. it is not us it is all. it is not all, it is continuum.


everything is the individual is everything. where does one element begin or end? perception and perspective seem to dictate this. “science proves...” – science proves? . . . what? what does “it” prove? in the asking and breaking down of your own experiences and knowledge is to invite balance back into the constructs of the human intellectual dynamic. it is not “second guessing” it is “offering perspective through reflection” through questioning and wonder, through discovery and temporal answerings.

i very well may be “allergic” to sterility, clean, same.
familiar does not necessarily mean similar.
comfort may come from instability, unfamiliar, unconventional, uncomforts.

flip top

the wig furiates.  it twists it’s hage shaple.  it so much wants to wring the hectre shates; an incense burnt beyond rational construction.
abstract aggregates and fools, it rathes to gnag. the enraged stoke peels the sensitivities in whole rips and burns from the face of acceptance.
it wants obliteration, against the fit nots.  no times out to its game, it flips until it’s over.

manhattan ergonomics

bright is brow suftly folded
into knot and whole we fall
our fussor

substitution agorath

without tears the random hidth continues

dialogue from a lantern gnat

"sometimes, well actually more often than i like, glagnez will become preoccupied having tunnel vision for the synchron and lumenit of their various glowe.  it seems their preoccupation sends their minds cottonwadt loosing reason or spectrum for specific colour.  it also seems as though they believe or feel that there is only one type of gnite.  they send a failing on the continuum diversity.  we gnats are highly varied.  i cannot count the many relative types that exist.  yet, we tend to fuss over tone, hue, lumenit, and frequency of our wonderful midgnite."


[notes on the knot-species "lantern gnat"]
glagnez is pronounced "lawns" and is the name lantern gnats refer to themselves as.
gnite or "glowe" refers to the centric attribute of their bioluminescence.  it also speaks for the unique culture of glagnez as they see it; at times affectionately referred to as "midgnite."
lumenit refers to relative "voice" of emitted light or "brightness."
synchron refers to light pattern.

borough on the edge of pickles and onions

sill-sat, the boy pondered his uniqueness in the states, of mind, or was that "inkling?" in the rates of continued thoughts, his sentiment wandered back to the plating isolatic imagery painted across mediums and peripheral perceptions. static now alive; organicism victories of token layer. could he eat this paintings? maybe just a taste? wonderfully and richly concentrate didactics of isobaric presence. ' overwhelming fire-to-fire of synapse and sense.
in his ritual wake, his uniform uniquity, this boy feels his earthly return in synonym with his nodded departures.
his mind
knows that he knows that he knows that he knows. a reciprocal turban of seemingly endless exponent.
a letter in the armpit. funk on the bit, and holes in his pockets...
this boy awares his connection.
no purpose is purpose without purpose is connection. existence will hold his hand.

a fly a way to slapper his sensement to the acquilege of his chums, his fellow funktions.

the concrete zipper sows his interpretations deep into the seems of the social batting. fringe finally finding center weaves of decorate origins. the foundation was nice to meet if only briefly. indeed, the boy appreciates the smells of the entire but aunt foundation’s moth mints were not as appetizing as idealized. still a wonderland, still a roots, just not so well olfactored.



"acquilege" is a souped word using these ingredients: acquire + privilege
"concrete zipper" ~ an urban-set sidewalk.

obverse

acurrantly (“accurately” misspelled but that my rhythms and magnets definitely love the taste of; the taste of iron filing into our momentum.)

i love the allusional-poetic qualities of the similarities, in sound, of “currant” and “current” and all the meanings that can be derived from their individual uses respectfully as well as combined (especially as combined in the dynamic of word-play)

gradated perception

abstract colloquial truths
abstract colloquial truths are facts based on perception, experience, emotion, context, culture, etc. an abstract colloquial truth is supported or maintained strongly by the individual or group. it tends to be a relatively firm belief usually being a misconception of fact. abstract colloquial truths are created, supported, and maintained by static, limited, or narrow-minded associations, knowledge, or thought processes.

immanent- and imminent-fact
immanent fact is something that is a personal fact(that already exists within or of us) but that we are unaware of or unable to articulate in a way that is comprehensible(to ourselves or others). we may “feel” an immanent fact’s presence or effects but do not entirely understand. an imminent fact is a fact that will be present in the next moment or instant. an imminent fact cannot be avoided or hidden it is an abstract idea of something that will happen in the next instant and not “sometime in the future.” an imminent fact can be thought of as a “result.”
perception of imminent fact is also known as common sense.

on matters of segmental appreciation

“it is a one-sided silver-painted cardboard consequence that one foot finds the flat. a sawbuck in the back. spent in futures at the deli on the corner of nostalgia and forth. it will be a big sandwich of broken tooth.”

frustrated means

a conversation through email is much like a slowly written signature.

painted

[a repost here from 7 the 11 2008]

"expression is rendered emotion"

dizzle-headed

upon careful considerations and hideously schematious thought i have comb to the apparency that i am felt and not upholsteritic brocadesh. a batting-sheaf of fiber spun from an eyeless shed. wict upon a backyard-niche knob-spindle, leafings tuct and shod-in brindle; colours whispt through wily twists.

schematious [skee may shus] (means to think too hard on something, thinking in static forms, thought based on fact or knowledge rather than experience and wisdom, one-dimensional thinking, it is also a derivative of scheme or schematic.)
apparency (a derivative of the words apparent, transparency, with a little bit of the word “appetency” in influence, this means something that is discovered but feels familiar as if one has already known this, i have used this to capture the expression “figures” or “it figures”, it can also mean a wasted effort on something already known but in this case {and usually} something that had to be discovered again for confirmation)
upholsteritic (means a mental filter an individual is aware or not aware of but who has created it for themselves, as opposed to having the filter imposed on the individual by another- by whatever means that may be.)
brocadesh [bro kay desh] (is a state of mind where the mind is overwhelmed by convention and/or social purposing(programmings/conditionings. where brocadesh is intellectualism or thought{knowledge}, felt is intuition or wisdom)
wict [wikt] (is a careless, but purposefully so, rending of something; though i have used this coin on mindless rents.)
whispt (is a derivative combination of whisht and of wisp – it means to take away or remove in clumps or tufts, to make a vacuum through haphazard or slipshod ways)

an example of the way i think/write and at times speak

“tcotz prompter – jots that inspire or spark depther ideas”

originally the above was a descriptive bracket i wrote in one of my many write-trappings trying to capture the idea of something that renders or realizes abstract thought into a tangible form. but in this case, a writing that attempts to grasp what it can from the abstract, maintain that abstraction in feel, but at the same time represent essence without too much loss in translation or interpretation. and mainly to act as a sort of buoy of these intense saturate abstract forms. i do this because otherwise the overwhelming level of idea and emotion would obliterate any inclination to represent any of it in the tangible word, and thus, not share any of it. and “it” is my gathering-entire, the resultations in continual creation and interaction and explosion within my mind.
i did not want to word the above phrase “ideas that are deeper” or “ideas with more depth” – i had to write it with the adjective before the noun: “depther” and depther was the best feeling, looking, etc. word i could discern from the saturate cloud of intuition i find myself in.

the saturate cloud (of intuition); awareness, knowledge, experience – these things become clearer in time. it seems that what we are already is and that we are a kind of lens being turned and turned, focus becoming clearer all the time. but we are not static nor is existence and so the process of focusing continues as the depth of what is present(introduced and current) changes.

with our intuition, that is, all that we are in the continuing segment of awareness, this same saturate cloud exists. given more tools in the way of experience we have in us the ability to know this cloud. thus it becomes “clearer” to us. the cloud is still the cloud, but we know it more and so do not need singular forms of recognition of explanation to understand. we are enabled to “see” in the cloud, to know in the dark.

coins in my pocket

here are some words cobbed and continue to be used by myself. these words also give example into my love and articulation and molding of the word and letterform medium, and that i consider and hope to enable others the awareness that, all is expression, art, and abstract. all is what we make it.

cob or cobbed (created by necessity or evolution. allusion to the acronym “cbn” “created by necessity”)

occulatim (done as observed or seen – derivative of verbatim, created from necessity since the situation this word represents occurs within my observed reality often)

allusional (cob to accommodate the way i use the word “allusion.” but also a blend of both words “allusion” as well as “illusion” meaning something that is not what it appears or is not as familiar as would normally be for what it is mainly because it evokes or seems much like something else entirely)

mcotzinn [mzoshin or mzosheen] (the “gibberish” i speak. my language, especially that is used in place of and when normal and known words/language feel inadequate in expressing emotion.)

759/735 - "795" means "art." "735" means "photography." (homage to the library and its dewey decimal system)

canopitych {cob derived from "multych"} any amount of paintings or (art)works comprising a singular attempt at rendering an idea, capturing emotion/thought, or creating a language for the "voice." this may or may not be similar in style or effect to diptychs or triptychs. it just means that more than one relatively solid(tangible) form will be used in the capturing of the expression. it does not imply or necessarily mean that the mulitple items will be relatively near each other in physical space or time.