Monthly Archives: October 2011

snow

like an added dimension over everything.

(i should work on my haunted holographics paper instead of going out tonight.)

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what i wanna be for halloween

heh i miss my people.

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oh right

i already picked the tiger book, which i left by the bank robbery book, which i really ought to be studying as i am almost out of money.

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october

think i should put together a new chapbook; it’s been a year.  my porous borders blog will be a good start.  now i just need to spend a week actually writing, instead of fucking around.

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2 ideas to consider today

Misunderstandings and neglect occasion more mischief in the world than even malice and wickedness. -goethe

   The foundation of all mental illness is the unwillingness to experience legitimate suffering. -jung

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image fiction n imagination

“image-fiction is paradoxically trying to restore what is (mis)taken for ‘real’ to three whole dimensions, to reconstruct a univocally round world out of disparate streams of flat sights.” p. 173

David Foster Wallace’s essay largely discusses television’s influence on fiction, which i could care less about, i don’t care if every idiot out there was irreparably scarred by television, I was never exposed to it and trying to expose myself to it now is impossible; I can’t understand how anyone could be so easily entertained.  But I love this line and would like to take that idea and use it as a grounding statement for what I want to be doing with my fiction, as far as constructing a round world out of the multiple realities that to me stem from much more complicated sources than something like television.

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add to alchemist notes

p. 132 before a dream is realized, the soul of the world tests everything that was learned along the way.  it does this not because it is evil, but so that we can, in addition to realizing our dreams, master the lessons we’ve learned as we’ve moved toward that dream.  that’s the point at which, as we say in the language of the desert, one ‘dies of thirst just when the palm trees have appeared on the horizon.’  every search begins with beginner’s luck.  and every search ends with the victor being severely tested. (darkest hour right before dawn etc.)

p. 156 everything that happens once can never happen again.  but everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.

p. 159 ‘be aware of the places where you are brought to tears.  that’s where i am, and that’s where your treasure is.

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resist

i think i am going to start keeping track of how many hours a day i spend doing something i don’t want to do.

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alchemy notes

p. 58 every blessing ignored becomes a curse

p. 70 universal language written with the words luck and coincidence

p. 74 the boy was beginning to understand that intuition is really a sudden immersion of the soul into the universal current of life, where the histories of all people are connected, and we are able to know everything, because it’s all written there.

p. 87 Because people become fascinated with pictures and words, and wind up forgetting the language of the world

p. 78 “That’s the principle that governs all things,” he said.  “In alchemy, it’s called the soul of the world.  When you want something with all your heart, that’s when you are closest to the soul of the world.  It’s always a positive force.”  (my ital)

p. 103 And God only rarely reveals the future.  When he does so, it is for only one reason:  it’s a future that was written so as to be altered.

P. 130 Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself.

from Coehlo’s The Alchemist

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good morning 3 o’clock

the hour the lines between dimensions are the most blurred, like a finger pressing into pencil marks and smearing them…oh hour of the wolf it’s you again…of course i would wake up at 3am all week when i’m supposed to be at this joke of a job so freakin early

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