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Apr 22, 2007 21:25

all of my thoughts are running like lemmings over a cliff ( Read more... )

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forkleaf April 23 2007, 04:05:33 UTC
bu there, i canon lycras, h'c... rash, cras... h'c, Ra's... h---
one thing i found for myself helpful in dealing with no-attention-span theater, is to find a musical instrument or any sound-alterable mutable object, and start experimenting with the varieties of simple sounds and rhythms it can make. eventually sometimes this leads the energy up and into some sort of more structured state. sometimes visual art or writing/wordplay can help lead the way out of the murky limbo, but other times something like simple strumming takes less focus. not that i can presume that this attempt at relating bears (like what they do in the woods) any relationship to this poem, anyway i got a lot of enjoyment out of your image of self staring at the interface to the mind, the will at the wheel of the thing which engenders the will and how do you fix that structure when the structure is the fixer?

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