Mood:
Now Playing: the Why nots
Topic: inquiring hinds
Relation Bees---laundry
Going inside and putting something together
a heap of clothes like a honeycomb like putting a hive of wet clothes inside an immersion really
Conifers---Lint
Our clothes are trees we stand up we are erect in them and we can sit in them since we look ourselves up and down in them that is what we do in them and in the mirror very little horizon at this time and in this business so our clothes do have to do with trees and this second seconds the first between bees and laundry, though what kind of trees please the bees is not something I yet know
Stitched ball --- Monochrome Print
Because we are expecting the object is familiar whether it is in the print or in the sculpture of the ball we palm reproducing is or not the organs are white the organs of the ball are white because of the sun the desert climate being outside as balls often are and the wearing away of the red from the stitch and the thing, the familiar household item, which I never decided on while writing this, that item in the print, that anyone would instantly recognize, a little dressed up in white but someone is trying to make a point.
Having at the bark --- Broken knife
The very strained seems strained because the deployment of the title is not a deployment of causation. It could be read that way but once you find out that the knife was broken, its tip snapped off before it even saw the bark, before it even got away from its status as a new thing really. Its a really depressing relation because it admits to the arbitrary placement of these two ideas, which if they had not come into contact, as the knife goes through the bark and reveals a fresher scent surface, which is now battered like a club, one you would use on fish or to fell trees in designated areas, again, if they had not come into contact, they would not be thought together. They were just close enough one time for a picture to be taken of them together and a lot has been written since then about that, interpretative it is. And mostly, it pulls for things that are not available.
Equanimity --- Foosball figures
Former owners of the table left it in bad condition, the field is warped below their feet and their heads, some of them, maybe four of them, are lost. Twirling it can't be helped by the imagination which sees the plastic heads of the players revolving through space which is black and resembles the television monitor when it has been dusted and it is late at night any other time might create problems for the comparison. These lost heads we don't want to lose, though their being lost is built into the actual sentence, from the outset. Starting out lost is no way to go. If you are swimming while you say a word, you know that word is pretty, which brings me to equanimity, which keeps your nose buoyant and out of the water and even your chin is floating through that one, without much help at all. Possession of a quality is often debatable, but figuratively speaking, the foosball men, the headless ones, lack equanimity. They don't have their heads about them, like us, who make jokes. Jokes are good signs of equanimity and we must resort to them when we must, when there is a question as to our cool. There is always a question about something when any authoritative act is undertaken, and this time I have authored the thing. Taken from me: keep a joke clipped in your inner pocket, so that you can reach for it like you are reaching for your wallet and no one will suspect a thing, not even the cryptographers, who lie in wait at the cafe stirring their costly drinks and showing an offbrand of equanimity that does not fool the mothers of this world, who have been shopping for the real thing since they got married and had the kids and had to buy a lot of it for people other than themselves. They are just one good example of equanimity, the idea of satellite equanimity should be discussed very soon, to relieve the tensions and the other feelings in the room, the ones bordering on uncertainty and unkindness. Thank you.



