09-13-2025, 11:57 PM
Things say Things. If they're good, I take credit in the social arena. If they're not, I don't. Things don't mind.
Things seem to be happening, since I seem to be here, and I am here, because why not?, and that is conditioning.
I don't question my conditioning since that is what colors the symbols that the flow of Things comes through when I have adventures and make poems.
Any questioning comes of itself. Questioning simply is change in processing, which is what art is.
Every poem leads to more poems, and if ever I revise a poem, it's the same as making a new poem out of another poem.
Writing explanations like this is the same process with a different flavor. The scene appears red and certain tones and words come, and changes of color and tones and other things happen.
I'm interested in the tendency to the perception to the sensation that I'm releasing what feels like it's building up. Emotions and thinking can get stuck on certain personal situations, personal topical situations, and poems can flow as generic and unpoemly in the accustomed aesthetic sense. If I kill somebody, I might get killed, and if someone writes what is considered bad or not a poem, that's all that can happen in each situation.
My intentions appear to be such and evolve and I go with them. I don't let go and I don't cling. And I simply accept the task of the situation that presents itself. Any factors that seem to leverage or distort or guide or persuade me are simple. They do.
Writing like this, in this cold and overintellectual manner is no different for me other than being different in itself. As a Cartoon character can be a scientist one moment, a fraud the next, and an obnoxious troll the next. All of those things are a same Character.
This is cohesive writing. And anything I write is cohesive to me. The conditioned search for validation stresses when stress is needed, and the dismissal of validation relaxes and Things flow spontaneously, and both are the same and useful, at least apparently, and therefore really. As are all influences and mirrors and agons and desires and confusions.
Things seem to be happening, since I seem to be here, and I am here, because why not?, and that is conditioning.
I don't question my conditioning since that is what colors the symbols that the flow of Things comes through when I have adventures and make poems.
Any questioning comes of itself. Questioning simply is change in processing, which is what art is.
Every poem leads to more poems, and if ever I revise a poem, it's the same as making a new poem out of another poem.
Writing explanations like this is the same process with a different flavor. The scene appears red and certain tones and words come, and changes of color and tones and other things happen.
I'm interested in the tendency to the perception to the sensation that I'm releasing what feels like it's building up. Emotions and thinking can get stuck on certain personal situations, personal topical situations, and poems can flow as generic and unpoemly in the accustomed aesthetic sense. If I kill somebody, I might get killed, and if someone writes what is considered bad or not a poem, that's all that can happen in each situation.
My intentions appear to be such and evolve and I go with them. I don't let go and I don't cling. And I simply accept the task of the situation that presents itself. Any factors that seem to leverage or distort or guide or persuade me are simple. They do.
Writing like this, in this cold and overintellectual manner is no different for me other than being different in itself. As a Cartoon character can be a scientist one moment, a fraud the next, and an obnoxious troll the next. All of those things are a same Character.
This is cohesive writing. And anything I write is cohesive to me. The conditioned search for validation stresses when stress is needed, and the dismissal of validation relaxes and Things flow spontaneously, and both are the same and useful, at least apparently, and therefore really. As are all influences and mirrors and agons and desires and confusions.