Tuesday in the Dumps
Once, on the face of this planet, the world sang the song of itself, while the poets hid their thoughts in blogs and prayed for an overcast morning.
Would you say you're an absurdist?
No. And I regret having written those last words. I believe in logic and pattern recognition and passing trucks, things like that.
Why doesn't any of your writing make sense?
It was designed to specifically not make sense, that's it's logic. It aims to tap the materiality of words especially when I use words like materiality in regards to the substance of words.
These humans are stocking up on stories while I'm lingering on ennui.
Would you say you're an absurdist?
No. And I regret having written those last words. I believe in logic and pattern recognition and passing trucks, things like that.
Why doesn't any of your writing make sense?
It was designed to specifically not make sense, that's it's logic. It aims to tap the materiality of words especially when I use words like materiality in regards to the substance of words.
These humans are stocking up on stories while I'm lingering on ennui.
posted by John E at
2:08:00 AM
5 Comments:
"if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic."
Nice emoticon!
and for the record I am not above posting comments to my own blog just to boost my numbers
but I really do like the emoticon
wait you mean my avatar? That is one upside of the big head photos is I have a zillion things to pick from for these things. I should have told freyer that, I think.
I had a hit counter on mine for a while, but it only really works if there is a really high ratio of other hits : me, and it was usually just me, so I took it off so I didn't feel so self conscious when I read myself. Or scan for nonexistent comments.
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