Wednesday 30 December 2009

2000 and end

With only a couple more days until 2009 comes to a close, I find a head full of ideas and a night empty of sleep. The only way of dealing with a rush of whatdoyoucallit is to open the book and throw down. The ideas soon vanish, leaving just the pained metaphors. Like: 'oh, it's like trying to catch a butterfly, and only managing to grab hold of a wing, which you tear from the butterfly, and then you look at the wing and you've torn the wing, and that really nice thing you were trying to catch has just been destroyed by the act of catching, oh no, oh what a shame, oh dear'.

Just like that.

Like catching a moth because you want to kill it, and the moth turns to dust in your hands. How do they do that?

"I was wondering if you could fix this space bar that you seem to have broken, because it's really starting to annoy me, and I'm trying ever so hard not to get angry." Imagine saying such a thing. But really, imagine trying to write a sentence full of words, and all you end up with is one long word that ends with a full stop? That would get on your nerves. An entire document underlined by a squiggly red line of superiority. The old: "Hey, Mister, I know the rules and I know that you've broken them there."

The rules weren't made to be broken: that's just a cliché. Some rules were made so that we could focus on the more important aspects of an environment. And as sure as 2 thousand and 9 years have passed since some date in the past, the importance of aspects has never been greater. I have continued my construction of the most bizarre showroom of new models, and the models have been arriving slowly but surely. "Poetry in motion" a bizarre thing to talk about, because all good poetry is in motion. Static poetry isn't worth the words that have been put there and told to stand still.

But, nonetheless, I'll admit: this was edited. Poetry is always in motion, and so is time. Change changes changes [subject, verb, noun]. And if there's any truth, then it's the confession that will not come until later. For now it's late, and before this gets publish posted for real, something else needs to be ++. Hang tight.

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