Preliminary thoughts
Preliminary thoughts on new writing south and meeting Brian Catling
In search
in search in search search s eeerch
just another urchin
in the life Brian
objects a catling gun
cattle
cat
catch me
just pen nibs to collect
no cartridge cases
puts me on my metal
subjects
me
we I eye eyed
subjected
to experience s
pushed into place
into history
into time
ah! back to dying
fragments left behind
on mantlepieces
hap pi ness in the south so th u
mark s on the page boy
writing of happiness embarrassment
all my life in search of happiness no
human potential
your daughter is exceeding her poetential
potent that
the wrong word
word for a tyrant
do not exceed your poetential
why write nonsense
it is not Art
what is art?
object ion
impermanence ugghhh
I want to leave my mark
Did you not read Heidegger?
Marks are meaningless
no just not important
stuff
get stuffed
we need to be remembered
amen to that
marks in the memory
stay forever
do not decay
but brains decay
We are one ONE won
in the mind of Dog
unless he is dys something or other
all confused
in quanta without envelopes
We are seen
and remembered
I am afraid to be such things as dreams are made on
of?
There is no dog
But we are soul
we are momentarily embodied
More than moments
I and this body-shell-being
which comes to life and dreams and dies and is reborn
want to become Dog
I am dog if I but knew myself
Marks on the landscape
we on the floor
happy man
Where is the drama?
where is the text?
where is
the performance
Art?
In search
in search in search search s eeerch
just another urchin
in the life Brian
objects a catling gun
cattle
cat
catch me
just pen nibs to collect
no cartridge cases
puts me on my metal
subjects
me
we I eye eyed
subjected
to experience s
pushed into place
into history
into time
ah! back to dying
fragments left behind
on mantlepieces
hap pi ness in the south so th u
mark s on the page boy
writing of happiness embarrassment
all my life in search of happiness no
human potential
your daughter is exceeding her poetential
potent that
the wrong word
word for a tyrant
do not exceed your poetential
why write nonsense
it is not Art
what is art?
object ion
impermanence ugghhh
I want to leave my mark
Did you not read Heidegger?
Marks are meaningless
no just not important
stuff
get stuffed
we need to be remembered
amen to that
marks in the memory
stay forever
do not decay
but brains decay
We are one ONE won
in the mind of Dog
unless he is dys something or other
all confused
in quanta without envelopes
We are seen
and remembered
I am afraid to be such things as dreams are made on
of?
There is no dog
But we are soul
we are momentarily embodied
More than moments
I and this body-shell-being
which comes to life and dreams and dies and is reborn
want to become Dog
I am dog if I but knew myself
Marks on the landscape
we on the floor
happy man
Where is the drama?
where is the text?
where is
the performance
Art?
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