i have rediscovered the sensation of hunger,
the all consuming experience sweeps over everything else, demanding more and more from you at every moment.
my enjoyment takes place as a cognitive dissonance between my desire to fulfill the instinctual urge and the silumtaneous appreciation of the sensation as it is, like the hunger itself is manifesting sentience and is suicidal, but only for the attention that self-immolation demands from others.
hungry writing becomes urgent, more seeking, while well fed writing feels rounded and self appreciative.
the semitone difference between a major fifth and an augmented fourth.
something else i had forgotten is the joy of owning a pencil case full of lead pencils; i love the smell of all that wood and graphite condensed in it's contained little universe, the textured onomatopeia of the zipper, the feel of the shapes beneath the cloth and vinyl and the sound of their muted joslting. as though the case itself is a calm middle aged cat, savouring it's own essence and sharing it with you: "i'm here and i have claws, but instead i purr and rub against your hand, sharing time with you when i could easy be any where else."
as though it were a creative survival kit, right here is assembled my specific and chosen requirements for safety and self expression.
as you can see, the carrot sticks i ate have had a profound effect on my writing from the start to the end of this stream of concsiousness, funny, ne ces't pas?
any way here's a first, some of that music that gets me through the day....
words fail...
the all consuming experience sweeps over everything else, demanding more and more from you at every moment.
my enjoyment takes place as a cognitive dissonance between my desire to fulfill the instinctual urge and the silumtaneous appreciation of the sensation as it is, like the hunger itself is manifesting sentience and is suicidal, but only for the attention that self-immolation demands from others.
hungry writing becomes urgent, more seeking, while well fed writing feels rounded and self appreciative.
the semitone difference between a major fifth and an augmented fourth.
something else i had forgotten is the joy of owning a pencil case full of lead pencils; i love the smell of all that wood and graphite condensed in it's contained little universe, the textured onomatopeia of the zipper, the feel of the shapes beneath the cloth and vinyl and the sound of their muted joslting. as though the case itself is a calm middle aged cat, savouring it's own essence and sharing it with you: "i'm here and i have claws, but instead i purr and rub against your hand, sharing time with you when i could easy be any where else."
as though it were a creative survival kit, right here is assembled my specific and chosen requirements for safety and self expression.
as you can see, the carrot sticks i ate have had a profound effect on my writing from the start to the end of this stream of concsiousness, funny, ne ces't pas?
any way here's a first, some of that music that gets me through the day....
words fail...
posted by Zip Durango | 7:49 PM
2 Comments:
Words fail? Not yours. This post is a sensory odyssey!
Smell - of wood and graphite
Taste - of carrot sticks
Sound - of "Your Hand in Mine," of zippers
Sight - of cats, kits,
Touch - of lead pencils, of hunger
If these are the carrot's words failing, then these carrot sticks need to write more often!
Hunger for skin, touch, affection, attention, dessert, freedom and, well, I guess, carrot sticks. Be well, Zip!
vystso
Thanks for the kind words Martin!
This is all part of a more concerted effort to write more, can lose the habit now! (in before a 2 month absence followed by some random, mumbling apology for never updating, Gah, self loathing :P.)
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