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SEA QUILLS (Paul Klinger's Blog)
Sat 04/08/2006
Newsprint, from notes on thermal paper
Mood:  quizzical
Topic: Dysgraphia


This is not a newspaper but it might look like one.
It is imperfect, especially in its resemblance to
newsprint. Newsprint, relegated. Just as these rolls of thermal paper, taken from boxes of things belonging to my dead grandfather, the paper that went into his Texas instruments, now made into a new paper, an old format. I was thinking of taking his old Pierre Cardin wallets and relegating them to covering the books, but I couldn't decide on the books. It didn't work.

This page is like a man's chest. This page is a barrel-chested man; do you know any barrel-chested men?

So how does this recreate the paper? Is it the mimicry of columns. There certainly isn't the level ground of newsprint. The ground tilts and even whirls at times on this page. This page was scanned. There is something about reckless newsprint that doesn't make any sense when I think about it. Newsprint is fast and the ink is the only thing to consider. There might be a little bleeding or smearing.

I drew the sorry little picture of the right corner in a restaurant, a game grille. The woman was eating something while balancing a fur collar on her neck. In a newspaper, she would be the defendant or maybe the star witness, especially at that angle. The artist couldn't get a good seat at the trial. Try as she might, she always arrived too late to secure what could be called advantageous seating.

But that's wrong. This would not be the politics or business section. This would be the Around Town / Lifestyle section. People interviewed about security measures taken at the regional airport, a trip they took to South America, relocating after a hurricane, finding the right wedding planner, advice for young couples, and so on, column after column. Some of them would continue onto page E6. Sometimes you can't find page E6. The last 200 words are lost. Among the secrets of journalism is the depreciated value of those last 200 words, which cannot matter (see AP style).

Margins give it away. At first glance. But the impression of newsprint is still at large, lingering formidably, almost frontal.


Posted by poetry/paulklinger at 3:37 AM MDT
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Thu 01/05/2006
Quincentennial !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mood:  amorous
Now Playing: 500th blog entry, congratulations all around
Topic: Dysgraphia


what's up doooog

we just did dubuque today

i've got to finish my fafsa

we're gonna go back up there tomorrow

its not a bad drive

its only about an hour away

its really intense

i don't know the buildings

are kind of like life and it kind of demands

your attention to study it's cool (1:11)


can you hear me, what's going on

i don't know, probably some interference

its hard to find...in this house

scarfs in here

can you hear me, ok

hold on

this is better ok

sorry man um but things are getting really good

the majority of the time there you know its great

school's (1:40)






Posted by poetry/paulklinger at 7:41 PM MST
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Mon 01/02/2006
Day Off
Mood:  mischievious
Topic: Dysgraphia


Someone asked me for fifty cents today. I didn't have it. There was man with the woman who asked. Just before she asked, he had turned his head to her and said something. I thought he might have said, ask this guy.

We cooked tilapia and broccoli for lunch (steamed).

We had rice and curry for dinner. This is the way the year of health looks so far.

Maraschino bottle.

Ten dollars for tennis.

You may think I'm crazy, but I miss Ben Borteck. He was alright. I like thinking about Ben Borteck growing up in Philadelphia. I also like thinking about my Aunt Birdena, how uncompromising her demeanor is.

I wore the blue sweater tonight.

The tennis pro had chest hair that looked like it belonged on a tennis pro, like it had been dipped in white chocolate or something. It was very crisp.

If I were asked to describe my chest hair, crisp would not come into play.

Rosemary and dill. Dill goes good with carrots they say.

Andy called to give me his new cell phone number. He sounded tired. I might go and visit him in March and see Lisa in Des Moines.


Posted by poetry/paulklinger at 9:58 PM MST
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Wed 12/28/2005

Mood:  flirty
Topic: Dysgraphia


Suburb

Sectors of your limbs progress. The ratio of a limb in space and matters of predestination. I spoke of your acting. It was me. I spoke of your acting. I always speak of your acting. Acting without a way to describe the force of it. Preconception, to do things that way. To do things so that no one thinks you are acting. Then convincing them to abandon questions. The question of legitimacy no longer haunts your action. Preconception, in that mode of drawers goes before. Before you understood it. That I cannot speak of my renown.

You were acting underwater. You were face down in the water. You were asleep in your bed and face down in the water, at once. The studio of Pompeii stands apart in meaning. You do not speak of those actors. Their traces, petrifications. Their responsiveness as an event, an action that has resonance. Natural recording. Resonance & respite from accident, bedded down in sediment, or parliament of roles.

Posted by poetry/paulklinger at 6:40 PM MST
Updated: Thu 12/29/2005 5:06 PM MST
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Fri 12/09/2005
Open Letter
Mood:  accident prone
Now Playing: laws of art
Topic: Dysgraphia

,


What is opened by speed. Sometimes feel that I have sped into a memory. A threshold that must be crossed subversively, through speed.

Often I
cannot write
with enough
speed to retain
my own interest.

Speed and space. Spaces as possessing speed. Speed
as tranfiguration of space, though it is not always certain if the place has changed or the scene has changed, and we have gone to a different place.

Is space figural or is it abstract. I tend to think of space as figural because it can be rendered that way.

Speed deforms a figure, does it deform a place. If the figure of my memory feels sped into a place. If the figure of my memory is deformed and the rest is intact, such as the space after the speed. Does the speed leave things unaltered or is the space as well changed by speed. Side effects.

Warning level about speed. Warning label. Warning about speed in a certain space. Through here. Only ___.

Speed is not lengths over time. There is no length to space. Maybe formulaically, but volume is only itself.

When we think of speed in terms of volume and not isolated measurements. because volume is a multiplication of several measurements. Volume argued as an abstraction.


An impression of space is figural, because of presence.

Memory of space is abstract, because of absence.

The tested relationship between materials of space.

the books are being laid down. the books are being incised. the blade entering the books. the handle of the blade is pressured. the book changes its space.


the book rendered into halves. the book sculptural, the book figural. where the abstract books are, there is little light. where the abstract books are, memories cannot be. and where the abstract book exists, something further than impression spreads.

A book about beans. a book about beans being converted into other things. an instruction booklet about beans burning into oil. a brochure beaming out information about the catalytic converter.

the circuits that speed twins.

speed as a thrust. is a thrust a sort of space. the relation of the action to where it's at. a paintstroke is a sort of a space. as it exists in a medium. what is the medium of a thrust. it can be a video of a thrust. it can be a movie of a thrust. it can be a picture of a thrust. so that those things classify new actions and new spaces. that hardly anything matters less than the space of a sporting event. hardly anything. because that is the most abstract space of all. people cannot look at that space in a disinterested fashion. That's because its contextual explanation are functioning at an extremely low-level, almost flickering, and thus the irritation. Flickering is one of the agonistics.

Spatial explanations, what are they? What kind of question is answered by a space? A measurement? How long, far, wide, tall. Representations of space answer those questions, namely measurements.

Can the outline of a figure ever be abstraction?

That is, a reduced level of light is often posed as an abstraction. Is abstraction based on a quality of light? Is the figure simply a well-lit object?

Am I less likely to draw a figure in darkness?
Am I less likely to abstract in daylight?

Space & darkness = abstraction
Space & lightness = figure

Maybe that holds in a photographic medium. A medium based on light. But are all mediums at least partly based on light. What medium is least dependent on light?

Take these questions. Take the environment of its process as its original law, the law safeguarding its origins. By basing a medium, by basing a medium and keeping the derivations based in the medium, people not wanting to lose certain qualities in hybrids, though the ones well regarded are the ones that take the basis for a spin, the one that make the basis dubious, not in terms of definition, but in terms of dependency. As it if were an anaerobic art.

Oyxgenated instead of lit.

Processing speed. Processing speed, a form of intelligence or a measure. The speed at which information flows through the mind.

From Johns Hopkins (learning disorders page):

Processing Speed affects:

short-term memory (with time pressure)

long-term retrieval (with time pressure)

talking speed, word-finding

writing speed

reading speed

attention

reasoning (with time pressure)



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