Abstract Yearnings

Chrono Copy

Chrono Copy

Writing. Yes. drawing. Also updated a post here. I do that I go back to posts and add more.

Some posts, the topic itself is just the title to remember I am thinking about it. And then I barely write about it at all. Except that I am brushing against it. Chrono copy I call it.

Like the Multiple Jesus one, is mostly just me thinking through the picture with all this heads inside it. It’s about language in the book that graces or shades against it more than discusses its merits? Yeah and feelies….≈

The thing about reading Vincent is you can regain its gesture as sacred through his eyes. Its marvelous.

Chrono copy….

Often what is happening is just something getting addressed in the novel and I am catching it, Cather in the Rye.

It’s not, oh - thats all I want to be?

No there is some of that. Catch as catch can SM threw at me and I caught it.

Self Fish

Self trying to make its way out into the open here, is part of its intention, in space, pushing me on! So some of it is my own pep talking.

Otter Poop. Thats from the post on Medieval Hunting terms.

Artwork, high saturated pure computer looting, cross woven through to some vague-ry amongst its purpose.

Scatting, scarfing, scattering, around edges, so that the purpose is its own purpose not anything else.

Also my “useless factor” the futile mile a dial, foo fighter. Has to exist somewhere. Where can laugh at itself.

Slice

Oh the writing is after itself.

Not thinking about anything else. What comes in and goes out, comes in and goes out, the editing on it, canoeing? coming round the bends, fishing up the rapids.

Why does poetical always have to think through vehicles. Maybe it’s an American thing —

Do I think in vehicles. No, not necessarily. The language does.

That re-cog transitioned rhetoric frets into letting in the livery. The first person I ever tried to translate (didnt get very far), Colette Peignot, showed me, how its a Jump into immediacy breath of Imagination, simple and abrupt —

Ah.