29 May 2012

Tuesday A Wait

Waiting for it to happen. Or something. Anything. As all the many under-attempts just flicker-on filling websites, phones, freeways, buildings, planes, bellys, brains, eyeballs, playing fields, beds, cups, bowls, boardrooms, backseats, frontseats, gardens, quiet conversation, loud conversation, discrete admissions, errors and secretions, bank checks and photo after photo after, and this radio, that TV, this window, and that city, waiting, stood under stars that don't.

22 May 2012

Wednesday Proved

Wednesday proved - I'm sure it will - to have little of Tuesday. The day which incidentally, proved, against the assumption of  Monday's Loss, not to be Monday's loss at all. Seems Tuesday awaits another role.... But Wednesday - I'm sure - will prove to be, little of Tuesday. All thoughts are, as I type, leaning forward: into this computer-screen, out that door, down the highway to the rest of the week.... Even the first thoughts of today, as my eyes were peeled by the sunrise, were of only an hour before: a dream where de Niro was teaching technique next-door, full of action-as-thinking, and shouting, and bumping, before he returned to the pool area where I was sat, watching a slim pale dart of a young blonde thing drop into the crystal blue California pool. He dove in. Just before that sunrise. Which I'm sure will happen tomorrow. Not again. But it will. As it did yesterday. Therefore, this morning's sunrise, yesterday's loss? And with the certainty of Wednesday's sunset coming, will it prove today's already losing?

21 May 2012

Monday's Loss

Now I've written the title, what to do. How to follow that? I mean OK, it's Monday, but 'Monday's Loss'. Sunday perhaps; Monday's Loss is Sunday. Or, yesterday, yes. No. Doesn't fit. I think tomorrow. Tomorrow is Monday's loss. Because when we think about tomorrow, dream of it or speculate, there's a little bit of Monday being replaced in the mind, with what might just be Tuesday. Which is Monday's Loss.

4 May 2012

SUMMARY A OVERVIEW

All typing - not writing - here, to date, and hereon, attempts, catches, types.... Examples of the style of writing - in typing - I'm working at in my work as an artist. What I'm trying to do is write a moment as it comes through, unencumbered by thought, assertion, naming, intention, ideology..... The weight of what usually comes with writing. No, what I'm doing is closer to the Oriental notion of writing the spirit; closer to something Merleau-Ponty wrote, about a writer not being foreign to that which he writes, (in both the spatial and  temporal sense); closer to Heidegger's 'language speaks', and I guess, closer to the  ideal of the Beats - Kerouac, Dylan - and the Jazz men of improvisation. Closer to presentation of this, not representation of that. Yes. What I'm doing is this.