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Past Midnight Sunday [Aug. 31st, 2015|12:14 am]
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Sometimes I remember things I want to write about but I usually forget them before I get around to writing about them. I might have to have recourse to that stuff we used to have... what was it called... oh, paper. I've been thinking if I carry around some paper and one of those old fashioned writing things I could jot bits and pieces down before I forget them. True, my handwriting (or lettering, more accurately, as my cursive is almost nonexistent except for my signature) is not very easy to read more than a few minutes after it is on the paper, but that is sometimes an advantage. Attempting to read my illegible letters sometimes generates interesting variants to reality, which might well turn out to be more enjoyable than what I'd have written down if I'd had a keyboard handy when the thoughts first occurred to me.

Keyboards are handy things. Even with numerous typos, the product of the keyboard tends to be far more readable than my lettering. But I think it diminishes my imagination. All those square letters are like little boxes for tiny thoughts. My lettering tends to sprawl and veer, like wind blowing through the empty space of my head. It makes sounds and leaves a trace that the click of the keyboard never can. I do miss the paper, but then I'm lazy— have always been lazy— about writing, and surely wouldn't get much done without this machine to goad me and make it easier. I get little done even with it.

Tonight for example, I've kept getting in my own way. My fingers get in each other's way, my thoughts get in my fingers' way, my fingers get in my thoughts' way, and my ears and nose and eyes keep wandering off on their own— there seems to be no cure for it. I'm scattered about, and the little square letters I make have none of that in them. I remember appearing as by magic on a plain white sheet slowly filling with scrawls, and I thought that sometimes, in some vague, distorted way, I came to appear on that sheet and recognized myself. I was always astonished to see myself there. Maybe I'm somewhere in these little square letters made of an absence of brightness, but damned if I can tell where.




Sunday Verse



A Summer


by Carl Phillips


The latest once-more-with-feeling-please
manifestation of letting go, cadence of wings
folding, unfolding, nights at the pier, nights

beneath it, boat-rower, finder of lost things,
bodies at sea, the body as itself a sea,
crossed wherever crossable, makes me feel

so much better about my self makes me
feel good
, as by arrangement, as of arms
and legs, as for an altarpiece in the sand,

ritual resting as much in the details, careful,
easy
, as in what we make of them, the eye, if
faltering, not failing quite, X for speak no more,

for love also, also his mark, you'll forget me
only when I say you can
, a rosewater X at
each wrist in the style of rope-work, restraint,

release from it, slavery is dead, everyone
saying so, singing it, believing it, let them –
a lovely rumor. Then summer was over.
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[User Picture]From: daisydumont
2015-08-31 09:29 pm (UTC)
I get all scattered when I try to write too (if I'm understanding you correctly). On the computer, I'm pulled around by cat pictures at Tumblr, stupid opinions at Slate and Salon, and weather reports at Weather Underground. On paper, I'm hampered by my chronic tendinitis, which makes using a pen -- that's the implement! -- problematic after more than a page or two. At the Pearly Gates, when I'm asked why I didn't become the writer I was meant to be, I'll say, "But Tumblr! Cat pictures! My cousin's ridiculous political ideas at Facebook!" Hope that doesn't get me sent to the bad place. ;)
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2015-08-31 10:36 pm (UTC)
"...sent to the bad place."

You mean back to Facebook?
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[User Picture]From: daisydumont
2015-09-01 12:28 am (UTC)
Haha! Then I have already received my reward. :D
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