I thought about how each number or letter exudes a color, a distinct personality.
Nine asserts a dark red-orange. K is German and a spy. Two smells of pine and shades of green. Four is dark and old, bent or sitting. As a kid, I loved how the disparate graphemes merged to form a word, a complex relationship, and further on, to sentences. If I had delved deeper then, perhaps I could have carved out a Rosetta stone to translate every single emotion or thought, that the written word could be perfected to define by form. But I didn’t know how to speak then. I barely know how to now.
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ooooh. intriguing.
things get lost in the little spaces between letters. i feel somewhat out of my head. are your days less frenetic?
it never comes out exactly like what’s in your head. but true artistry comes from the attempt to narrow the gap between intention and what comes out on the page or canvas. the important thing is that we get a glimpse
no less busy, but more pain by the day. i keep thinking of the colbert skit “super duper procrastinator” — doh.
i have never seen that skit and shall try to find it. if we combine forces, perhaps we can create a procrastination fusion that will slow the entire world down. then we can all relax and not give a crap.
haaaah.
actually, it was TDS:
http://www.hulu.com/watch/2356.....-4,vclip,1
if you don’t know of hulu.com, i’ve just introduced you to the most insidious time-suck since facebook…
seriously. i spent an entire day watching videos. i don’t feel the fusion blast yet, maybe need to watch more.
me apologies…it is a little evil. but it would have happened sooner or later. at least it’s a free vice! can’t say that of many things…
the onion news network is priceless –