If I had the chance to start it would be from a blank space
and the wall would be clear I would lean up against it with my back I would
keep track of the angles they would be small they would be acute I am losing
confidence in measurements for ten years I have been trying to tell time by the
big numbers and in the meantime I mean time has been passing I’ve been blasting
off I’ve been coughing a bit dry in the back of my ear drums playing along at
speeds exceeding playlists I’ve missed being sensible missed writing the date
on the board the days when days had meaning and I got up in the morning with a
plan those days are not behind me but some of them are and the days ahead are
numbered but I can’t tell when they’ll start I am on the wrong counting system
the path of least resistance is a slippery one I am thinking about working in a
grocery store and how reasonable it would be to work in customer service or
maybe just to move cans of green beans around and to put them in stacks maybe
to scan them over red lines of light beep they would say beep beans they would
say and on down the line corn as well and other sorts of things packages this
was a different time I remember this is a different kind of pattern and I am
thinking the matter with myself I am toasting dishes instead of bread and this
is hardly the way to behave at all I am a structural relational highly
influenceable sort of person so please be careful what you say please be
careful with the weather I am prone to leaning a little literary I am starting
magazines in my sleep and reorganizing my future outreach goals this afternoon
and on the way home from elsewhere I made a plan for a workshop where all the
goings on could happen and all that’s certain is a storefront and some hardword
floors the arts classes and the writing always the writing the publishing and
the projects the contests and the yes please these are the things I love and
the making happen the yes please the difference making I am enamored of this so
maybe this will be the next novel the moving on in different directions and how
it could all end but really that would be fictional too so rather self-serving
that would be at best it’s hard to see how it could be otherwise though it’s
really about other people and serving them in a way sort of isn’t it well in
theory it is and in practice there’s not much practically speaking that I’m
doing here other than practicing taking up space and making good use of the
practice also of repeating myself there’s something to be said about that which
is to say there isn’t but if there were I would already have said it here and
you would have wondered why and if I didn’t already apologize I will now
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side note
While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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