To get back into writing as a habit for my creative /expressive needs and to prepare to resume my children's writing course.
Sunday, 8 January 2017
How to reachings and why to reachings
mmmm still like the line from a Bowie album ...might be Hunky Dory
'we were so turned on by your lack of conclusions.'
My mum seemed to have a mental cog that sought to blame
'who did this?'
Admittedly she also had a compassion seeking to forgive line
'Jimmy always leaves his mark,as if he wants to be found out'.
Anyroda....when setting out to do some pondering n musing
the upshot seems to be a game of 'my idea is best'.
Morning pages is Julia Cameron's invitation to mine the mind
and just pour out words.yet we are so or I am so unaccustomed
to ' jamming ' and letting the sugar in the fruit of the words
just bubble up sweetened to spread on my joy that instead I try
to have an intro and a three point 'argument and a conclusion.
the thrust seeming to want to arrive at the station of conclusion
because all else ...i.e. the flux of just 'being'
has been directed through synaptic gateways like sheep to a pen that
says 'profit' 'benefit' 'wisdom' 'epithet' 'novel'...
so if the words are a conveyor they are on the cliche belt and cogs
of heading towards the seen before known and verifiable product
piles compartmentalized and ready to be utilised functionally.
Not mindful Pooh like joys of musing mindfully glad that thunks chunks
floated past n through and around toes up noses through blood stream
and offering little boats in a river and a bit of paddling
sand pit and wood shed tinkering.
Mmmm what happens if and having ideas by playing with materials.
Thankfully Klee Lear Clued Oldenburg and Alexander calder
pondered not jst with rhyme but colour wire and cloth
and instead of making sense made senses taste sounds
sift grins of sand and poured fuel into the wonder
'So turned on by your lack of conclusions.'
I'm okay you're okay
was a lovely little Monet noticed as plausible and joyful
whether child to child adult to adult or parent to parent
by a book entitled the Games people play by Eric Berne M.D
Imagine all was heaven.
my spin on John Lennon's song for he than asked us to imagine
'all the people living life in peace'
Be like a flower a bird a child
be like one of these
mmmmm the young Arthur in the sword and the stone enjoyed his meditations
sadly he didn't get to stay in Eden as he was apprenticed to rule.
An error I feel
insomuchas
these conclusions of grandeur are handled well
with Cordelia's unconditional love of her dad the king
mmmm i can feel myself reaching a conclusion
for the less than comical Lear
seeks to share out his kingdom
to those poisoned by the Trump Farage win
at the expense of all others unlike them expense
Winning and owning and me me mine
are crap tune
a lousy conclusion and
really crud lyrics
hence Syd Barret
is a joy
Nick Drake
is a fruit tree showing the truth in 'fame'
and the reason that Tom Bombadil didn't develop the plot
but was a bit like Tolkien and Lewis's own worlds of dwelling
in an impressionist Pacem in Terris.
perhaps Dylan's asking 'what are you saying?'
with the lyrics that snapped the Beatles from 'love love me do'
to 'gona start a revoluion-count me in /count me out'
wasn't the best invitation
and though he enjoyed having a band and going electric
he too prefered the love love me do of
sitting on this bank of sand and watching the river flow
dock of the bay direction....
see how conclusion come to grab one and pull you down with them
its why iam seeking to crochet knit and tinker with bits n pices fro the playing with colour allows the Eden like childhood of wonder to offer me the flowers and the myriad fruits of ...mmmm wel wells of water full of potential
and Tove is good too at not reaching conclusions but somehow mysteriosly steaming a thought in a musical way that feels like a good ponder with shape unpredicated unpredicted mmm a window
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