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    Journal: Helloha
    Mood: The Usual
    Hi all,

    I've been away for a bit, but will try and re-engage in the next few days. After I get my wisdom teeth out this afternoon...

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    sweet as.
    and yay for the weekend.
    went to a bukowski-themed poetry night last night... interesting, to say the least. the performers had a backing band consisting of a guitarist and cellist... running through loads of freaky pedals and fx... yep.

    two of the four who performed last night plus myself are gonna be performing for this cross-media exhibition opening in about a month. should be another interesting night, haha.
    | Posted on 2009-08-15 06:33:21 | by meoww - [ Reply to This ] -
    notta problem. perhaps consider 'gnarled' instead of 'gnarly'? i always think of it as a surfer term... y'know... like 'gnarly, dude!', 'bodacious', 'cowabunga' ...etc, etc. haha. but whatever, it's your baby.
    | Posted on 2009-08-14 01:54:27 | by meoww - [ Reply to This ] -
    i'm rather existential-angsty at the best of times, i fear. and scribble away, knowing that it all doesn't really matter. yet it does. because we attach meaning and memories and associations with everything.

    thanks, ben.
    you're a thoughtful chap.
    appreciate your thoughts.

    i thought i'd throw something to you in regards to your last post... a reworking of your second strophe, if you'll bear with me...

    Donít you remember our garden?
    Slaloming after bumblebees
    through rows of rhododendron,
    stretched upon buffalo grass,
    a pastiche of pollen
    and thick air down
    into the Waikato.

    ...takes out mentioning 'gully' again which i also noticed, and reduces/plays with syntax, yet still retains overall meaning and imagery. but... these are just ideas to bounce off from.
    | Posted on 2009-08-13 07:56:24 | by meoww - [ Reply to This ] -

    gotcha. something i will consider now that i think about it. i really do appreciate your thoughts on it.

    so yea. thanks for the no worries.

    | Posted on 2009-08-12 11:19:47 | by isabella - [ Reply to This ] -
    hey there. thanks so much for your thoughts on there was...

    there are definate things i agree with as far as your suggestion goes. i think i will play with the punctuation a bit. as to the capitalization... i generally just don't. maybe just lazy, or the way i like lowercase on a page. (really just a personal preference). and although i like your idea about it being hung, becoming my own damp impression was in regards to myself, i am the damp impression/splatterted paint... not necessarily a photo or picture... idk, i am just a weirdo, what can i say.
    but i thank you for all of your considerations and input. mostly, for your time. it is truly appreciated.

    i will consider it a work in progress. as most things are. (smile).
    | Posted on 2009-08-12 11:04:39 | by isabella - [ Reply to This ] -
    I sometimes wonder at how involved people really are, given how bleakly words are thrown around. You know? It's easy to say 'I tried' but to what extent have you really tried, and are you even aware of that difference or do your words coax you into believing otherwise. But that's not the point.

    I'll try to answer the questions in the order you asked them.
    Maybe you were making some comment about Zeno's paradoxes being 'pretty little things' and verbal gymnastics?

    shoots profusely pretty pictures portraying petty perks per perfusions prophesying delusions.

    I suppose if you read 'perks' as 'tricks' this becomes a lot clearer. The fletcher's paradox, as explained, in my mind, translates into what a movie is today; a series of stills taken at instances where the arrow isn't moving, but cohesively amalgamated together they portray what is known to be movement. 'perfusion' was a word I'm particularly proud of in this case, because it involves an 'inserted' thing, as is the object in the time-space continuum. Anyways, in that stanza I am just juxtaposing that paradox with the one of varying infinities. If you draw a perfect circle and spring from its center all possible diameters you should theoretically draw an infinite amount of lines which will in turn fill the circle. However, if you draw a bigger circle (encompassing the initial one) and you prolong each and every line.. you will eventually notice 'gaps' between each line. The reason I foiled these two ideas was to explain the delusion of movement. The smaller circle represents a compressed form of the greater infinity, like you're only looking at half of the picture. This is what the paradox is feasibly valid, because we are only looking at the time part of the picture. If you consider the physical nature of the arrow as inconsistent as well (infinitely varying) you have your solution. That's what I was trying to get at, anyhow. And to be honest, the alliteration was just for fun. When you play in a playground alone for a while, you tend to develop a need to create stimuli - imaginary friends, and what not.

    Little help?
    Apply the idea of the fletcher's paradox but to two individuals, where each is an instant where the arrow occupies a different point. To say movement is impossible would then be like saying actual, genuine communication between two people is impossible. What else demonstrates that more than our natural tendency to complicate it to an inextricable extent? Like a constant flirt (dalliance) with no byproduct. This character that's floating around freely in my mind (in the first stanza) IS that flirt. But again, you can bypass actually communicating with others by questioning the necessity to communicate (solace in the fact that we're all [censored]ed type of deal, or an 'everything is right/beautiful' perspective). This produces a communal communication effect, and don't forget perspective. Because perspective is part of the equation, and if you see communication as an impossibility - that is also a problem.

    And what's with the title?

    Call it ironic. With the aforementioned 'epiphany' as presented in the poem, independence takes on a whole new light. It was something of a personal note because between all of these ideas, I knew, to some extent, that I would be alone. But these ideas of mine were cause to see it all as a good thing, the independence bit.

    (definition #2 of solstice:
    a furthest or culminating point; a turning point.)

    :) I hope this sated any other points of curiosity. If you still have question I'm still very willing to answer any of them. And thank you, in case I didn't already.
    | Posted on 2009-08-10 23:08:20 | by Outlaw - [ Reply to This ] -

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