Progress and Other Guesses

And the necessity for moving forward regardless of how ill defined the destination might be... tapestries, pastures, words like that, ramparts.. stark relief

Free time is dangerous, ranging from tyranny to tyranny including ecstasy, shame, stretching,

jump, turn, rotate, get the knee over the foot

Sand Dance for Sophia

Give your soul a myth

affectionate, haughty, electrical, billow, clone if you have to, twice of you

Once upon at time, he has conformed to what he loathes because he no longer has the passion to feel loathing so intensely

You can't undo this action

Therefore, we are obliged, most of us, to meet the tempo of the present and the future with reflexes and rhythms which come from the past. Change that.

Blame new kinds of perception on new kinds of motion, the good blame, attribution, cross-breeding, somnamblunace, the atom bomblasts, fast car, fat and starving, meridian and meridian, free time is dangerous but if you deprive time of cause and effect by way of fear, does it come to a stop, constrict, the safest most hideous... what time is it ...do nothing 'til you hear from me..what plane this is

because neither knowledge nor imagination comes easily, it is buried in the pain and pleasure of one’s forgotten experience

and the appeal of authority has been that it would restrain us from ourselves, help us forget

But I really like myself

and our theory of time is the ultimate authority, a self-negating monolith we must vary, we must very vary

What makes this a special language is that it cannot really be taught—if one shares none of the experiences of elation and exhaustion which it is equipped to describe, then it seems merely arch or vulgar or irritating. It is a pictorial language, but pictorial like non-objective art, imbued with the dialectic of small but intense change, a language for the microcosm, in this case, man, for it takes the immediate experiences of any passing man and magnifies the dynamic of his movements, not specifically but abstractly so that he is seen more as a vector in a network of forces than as a static character in a crystallized field

But, what is so wrong with a speaking still-life, pictures of people talking, what's so bad about machines translating:

”He was liking me very much. All the time he wants to be with me. I was loving him” into "I really like myself" When did this happen.

When this is happening I can't tell what time it is except not now, way sooner than the past, way past the future, not now

and the necessity for moving forward might be as dangerous as convincing yourself you know what forward means while picturing yourself as a girlchild gliding around the house sprinkling petals on the furniture and thinking that is still happening right now if I just remember right/ now I'm seven and the couch is full of jasmine petals and I even try to eat a handful and you tell me it is poison and all that poison pens around in my blood for the leader reflex capillary, welcome note, and I only survived because I remembered/ the hard color of your hand broke the flowers out of their warp and they were rice paper again and we were black and white and saffron and jasmine and free time and dangerous, you can't undo this action