Monday, March 11, 2013

march 11

spread your attention to all directions, every random impulse to dive into an idea, however fragmented. That abstract side of my personality that I've nurtured in freewriting comes up in conversation like turrets if I go days without getting a fix. Days without an unloading of mental burdens and an exercise at classic meditative departure. with right conditions and isolated comfort, the physical relaxation of a horizontal lotus position and the backs turned until the spinal column curves naturally like a tree on the ocean front that grows crooked, shielding seeds from the incessant wind and erosion. Then you spend time idiotically gathering your thoughts for presentation of idea and it becomes confused and there is nothing but a stream of aqueous words all filling space like water can fill cups of any shape, the depth is perceptive and everyone called it quits before the gun went off overhead, bombs drop with awful concussive force and the city becomes ruin, belong to the ideals of the past that are proven incorrect or impossible and hard wired to seek perfection, like some conditioned bones that land themselves in shallow graves on cobble stone archways, juxtapose the shapes from that crooked mind and discern a new truth about the world, in run on sentences. It is easier to gather thoughts to examined at a later ay in a structured manner. The necessary conventions to allow for most honest and direct communication. Very understandable to abide by many of the same rules that literate individuals have gotten used to over the course of their lives with pea brains and pot bellies, and pot brains, pea bellies. Harrowing adventures thrown into bridges between spaces of contempt and idiocy. Feel the guilt of a thousand narrow suns and the literal trail of light and anger toward friends and holes in walls with broken hands, we all have a temper that we often ignore to avoid embarrassment, inevitable, avoiding salt on the open wounds but on the rim of margeritas and senoritas in the streets of San Juan, bustling with moral vacancy, selling drugs to children in soccer mobs, the police to reserve all rights and bend laws in their own favor for worse or better or worse.