Have you written other cutters? Splitters? It would be cool to read some narrations of your writing processes. I know you painstakingly study poets of interest to you and you are post-cutting-edge in technique. Your language patterns are fascinating. Sometimes they are wound tightly with energy moving in different directions, word echoes. This one seems different, more distant, softer perhaps, less imagery, a touch of resignation from a constant argument with absurdity. See? This is what your work does in my brain
This poem seems more abstract and distant from other work I’ve read from you. Assume nothing but the inevitable pain of living made bearable and more depressing by the presence of choice. There is flexibility and freedom, but with them come consequences. Moral ambiguity and corruption are everywhere, there is no escape, but moments of pleasure with no pain no pain are real. The pendulum swings. I see this one as a more abstract rendition of the cat among the ruins. Very dense, philosophical, and complex piece of art.
For a couple of years I was getting considerable number of variformed brain dumps that mingle-mangled with language -- which I took full advantage of.
working through what I call cutters was very helpful for expanding usage on extensivity of metaphor as well as counterflow.
I have tended to do different things with cutters depending upon what was given to me...
Have you written other cutters? Splitters? It would be cool to read some narrations of your writing processes. I know you painstakingly study poets of interest to you and you are post-cutting-edge in technique. Your language patterns are fascinating. Sometimes they are wound tightly with energy moving in different directions, word echoes. This one seems different, more distant, softer perhaps, less imagery, a touch of resignation from a constant argument with absurdity. See? This is what your work does in my brain
This poem seems more abstract and distant from other work I’ve read from you. Assume nothing but the inevitable pain of living made bearable and more depressing by the presence of choice. There is flexibility and freedom, but with them come consequences. Moral ambiguity and corruption are everywhere, there is no escape, but moments of pleasure with no pain no pain are real. The pendulum swings. I see this one as a more abstract rendition of the cat among the ruins. Very dense, philosophical, and complex piece of art.
Its a cutter — like burroughs — its from a brain dump — came my direction — via an hat mirer — so’s hexplored its propositions as a “working”charm —