Scribblings - Page 7

vivaldirules · 05-18-2008, 02:56 PM

I keep a plain (unruled) Moleskine in my shirt pocket for pencil drawings. I also keep a folded sheet of paper there that acts as my weekly to-do list, grocery list, and catch-all list of instant recordings of ideas. I sometimes transfer these ideas to a 5" x 7" ruled pad that keep in the case that I carry my Sony Reader in. On this pad I try to record my brilliant (oh, yeah) thoughts which I will later have etched in gold leaf and stored in a platinum case inside a massive bomb shelter so that future species can behold my wisdom. Sometimes these are complete ideas but more usually they are quite incomplete and may only be a string of words, phrases, visions, etc. To me, they seem more appropriate for a psychoanalyst to delve into (or run from) than for anything else. This week, I was on the road, travelling (wading?) across Soaklahoma. I was listening to an audiobook of Hesse's Siddhartha. About mid-way through the book, when Siddhartha answers Kamaswami's question "What is it that you've learned, what're you able to do?" with "I can think. I can wait. I can fast.", I was at a rest stop and jotted this down:

Thoughtlets
Triflings. Vanities. Indulgences of mine mind.
"I once did think a thunk - thunk a think." <--author?
Trival triflings. Turmoil. Transcendent terror. Irridescent ideas. Idiocy.
Infinite iotas. Impassioned pleas for identity.
Monumental, meaningless, wallowing.

I once did picture pygmies - punctual and putrid.
They scattered my thoughts across the landscape.
They waylaid my hopes for serenity.
They tattered my woven ideals.
Groundswells of misdeeds oozed from below, contaminating all purity of being.

montsnmags · 05-18-2008, 08:19 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Taylor514ce

DEATH. Death is for dinner! Mwuhahaha!!

Okay, but what's for dessert?

Cheers,
Marc (does being an atheist mean I get no dessert...'cause that sucks?)

montsnmags · 05-18-2008, 08:20 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by vivaldirules

...
I once did picture pygmies - punctual and putrid.
They scattered my thoughts across the landscape.
They waylaid my hopes for serenity.
They tattered my woven ideals.
Groundswells of misdeeds oozed from below, contaminating all purity of being.

This really speaks to me.

...and I'm kind of scared about that, VR.

Cheers,
Marc

badgoodDeb · 05-18-2008, 10:32 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by montsnmags

DEATH is for dinner.
Okay, but what's for dessert?

Cheers,
Marc (does being an atheist mean I get no dessert...'cause that sucks?)

I think I've lost my appetite.....

but that's a quite interesting after thought, Marc. Maybe I'll be having angel food cake. I wonder if they can make it in chocolate.....

montsnmags · 05-18-2008, 10:37 PM

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Originally Posted by badgoodDeb

... Maybe I'll be having angel food cake. I wonder if they can make it in chocolate.....

Woohoo! The Apocalypse has arrived in the form of Chocolate Angel Food Cake.

"The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for a cake to bake..."

Cheers,
Marc

badgoodDeb · 05-18-2008, 10:50 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by montsnmags

"The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for a cake to bake..."

He might like the chocolate cake recipe I have which includes saurkraut in there too. I've actually made it -- pretty good cake. No added flavor (thank goodness!)

GeoffC · 05-19-2008, 04:33 AM

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Originally Posted by badgoodDeb

I think I've lost my appetite.....

but that's a quite interesting after thought, Marc. Maybe I'll be having angel food cake. I wonder if they can make it in chocolate.....

Your wish is my command...

pshrynk · 05-19-2008, 09:11 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by vivaldirules

I keep a plain (unruled) Moleskine in my shirt pocket for pencil drawings. I also keep a folded sheet of paper there that acts as my weekly to-do list, grocery list, and catch-all list of instant recordings of ideas. I sometimes transfer these ideas to a 5" x 7" ruled pad that keep in the case that I carry my Sony Reader in. On this pad I try to record my brilliant (oh, yeah) thoughts which I will later have etched in gold leaf and stored in a platinum case inside a massive bomb shelter so that future species can behold my wisdom. Sometimes these are complete ideas but more usually they are quite incomplete and may only be a string of words, phrases, visions, etc. To me, they seem more appropriate for a psychoanalyst to delve into (or run from) than for anything else. This week, I was on the road, travelling (wading?) across Soaklahoma. I was listening to an audiobook of Hesse's Siddhartha. About mid-way through the book, when Siddhartha answers Kamaswami's question "What is it that you've learned, what're you able to do?" with "I can think. I can wait. I can fast.", I was at a rest stop and jotted this down:

Thoughtlets
Triflings. Vanities. Indulgences of mine mind.
"I once did think a thunk - thunk a think." <--author?
Trival triflings. Turmoil. Transcendent terror. Irridescent ideas. Idiocy.
Infinite iotas. Impassioned pleas for identity.
Monumental, meaningless, wallowing.

I once did picture pygmies - punctual and putrid.
They scattered my thoughts across the landscape.
They waylaid my hopes for serenity.
They tattered my woven ideals.
Groundswells of misdeeds oozed from below, contaminating all purity of being.

Yeah, I could analyze that, but you'd have to pay in advance.

Cash.

Euros preferably.

In fact, I'm moving to Switzerland.

'kaythanksbye!

vivaldirules · 05-19-2008, 03:13 PM

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Originally Posted by montsnmags

I fear my writing has suffered a permanent and fatal blockage, caught out by allowing the Fool to chew the fat too often. The Fool invades forums with foolishness (naturally) and surreality as a substitute for creation. He has a monopoly on my brain-space, and, though entertaining (to me), is ultimately pointless. Yet, like drug, I cannot stop, even if he's the death of Me.

Marc, you've written a truism that applies to a lot of people - maybe most people. I feel morally certain of it. Heinlein, Kerouac, Whitman, Joyce, Vonnegut, and many others, I am convinced, were just barely able to keep their roller coasters on something like a track as their heads threw them about and unending visions of punctual pygmies passed by. They had just enough discipline to throw the resulting words onto paper as they careened along and somehow kept going until there was something the rest of us could read and benefit from.

Taylor514ce · 05-19-2008, 03:51 PM

The answer to writer's block is to render your avatar in fresh new ways. Autoavatamare. In lieu of that, sketch curvy butts.

vivaldirules · 05-19-2008, 03:56 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Taylor514ce

The answer to writer's block is to render your avatar in fresh new ways. Autoavatamare. In lieu of that, sketch curvy butts.

So, what, then, is on the next page, may I ask (curious to see either evidence or lack of evidence to suggested claim)?

Taylor514ce · 05-19-2008, 04:03 PM

The frontal view, of course. But she's shy. Actually, on the facing page are musings on a possible haiku:

spider on thread drops descends stops pause
reflection in glass door, window
focus shift? looking outside, then at reflection, then at up close spider.
play on "reflection"

-or- capture sense of waiting, pause, time still
spider stops at eye level - I stop
both waiting. I hear each tick of a clock. cliché?

a movement, glance
to see a spider
stop

glance up
to
see
a
spider
stop

vivaldirules · 05-19-2008, 04:07 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Taylor514ce

The frontal view, of course. But she's shy. Actually, on the facing page are musings on a possible haiku:

spider on thread drops descends stops pause
reflection in glass door, window
focus shift? looking outside, then at reflection, then at up close spider.
play on "reflection"

-or- capture sense of waiting, pause, time still
spider stops at eye level - I stop
both waiting. I hear each tick of a clock. cliché?

a movement, glance
to see a spider
stop

glance up
to
see
a
spider
stop

You've convinced me, PH. Curvy butts it is! By the way, I think there's something decidedly Freudian about your lyrics. I just can't put my finger in it.

montsnmags · 05-19-2008, 09:16 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Taylor514ce

The answer to writer's block is to render your avatar in fresh new ways. Autoavatamare. In lieu of that, sketch curvy butts.

You look awful sexy out of that android suit, Adrian.

Cheers,
Marc (seeing opportunity in missing the point)

montsnmags · 05-19-2008, 09:17 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by vivaldirules

... They had just enough discipline...

Right, well that's me out.

Cheers,
Marc

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Taylor514ce Actively passive. Posts: 2,042 Karma: 478376 Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: US Device: Sony PRS-505/LC	The frontal view, of course. But she's shy. Actually, on the facing page are musings on a possible haiku: spider on thread drops descends stops pause reflection in glass door, window focus shift? looking outside, then at reflection, then at up close spider. play on "reflection" -or- capture sense of waiting, pause, time still spider stops at eye level - I stop both waiting. I hear each tick of a clock. cliché? a movement, glance to see a spider stop glance up to see a spider stop Last edited by Taylor514ce; 05-19-2008 at 04:05 PM.

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vivaldirules When's Doughnut Day? Posts: 10,059 Karma: 13675475 Join Date: Jul 2007 Location: Houston, TX, US Device: Sony PRS-505, iPad	I keep a plain (unruled) Moleskine in my shirt pocket for pencil drawings. I also keep a folded sheet of paper there that acts as my weekly to-do list, grocery list, and catch-all list of instant recordings of ideas. I sometimes transfer these ideas to a 5" x 7" ruled pad that keep in the case that I carry my Sony Reader in. On this pad I try to record my brilliant (oh, yeah) thoughts which I will later have etched in gold leaf and stored in a platinum case inside a massive bomb shelter so that future species can behold my wisdom. Sometimes these are complete ideas but more usually they are quite incomplete and may only be a string of words, phrases, visions, etc. To me, they seem more appropriate for a psychoanalyst to delve into (or run from) than for anything else. This week, I was on the road, travelling (wading?) across Soaklahoma. I was listening to an audiobook of Hesse's Siddhartha. About mid-way through the book, when Siddhartha answers Kamaswami's question "What is it that you've learned, what're you able to do?" with "I can think. I can wait. I can fast.", I was at a rest stop and jotted this down: Thoughtlets Triflings. Vanities. Indulgences of mine mind. "I once did think a thunk - thunk a think." <--author? Trival triflings. Turmoil. Transcendent terror. Irridescent ideas. Idiocy. Infinite iotas. Impassioned pleas for identity. Monumental, meaningless, wallowing. I once did picture pygmies - punctual and putrid. They scattered my thoughts across the landscape. They waylaid my hopes for serenity. They tattered my woven ideals. Groundswells of misdeeds oozed from below, contaminating all purity of being.