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March 10, 2008
Perforated Precision
I am blinded to only travel headlong in this journey as I postulate which exits I will take in order to accurately encompass my encounter with PAIN. Others have been shirked, they shrivel away from my boldness - I cannot let their withering hands hang on to flesh, to earnest motivation. They weight what they fear, what they don't understand.
The trout is an example of this. In our dreams we fly, we swirl, we flounder. We experience a range of emotions similar to those of our waking life, except we envision situations where it is our duty to retain and relive these situations, to add life to them. The trout freely roaming and posing and exploring in a dry-land, non-aqueous situation is an example of how our dreams must fly. Imagination as a framework - assigning reality to it. THERE IS EVIDENCE THAT THIS HAPPENED.
Regarding other topics, the poem LFMK exists in singular print form in order to create a continuity of it’s existence and the experience of others receiving it since it remains open to alteration and updating, in my opinion. Anyone can pick it up, interpret it, and change it based upon what their interpretations are. The poem then becomes a map of interpretations – its progress is charted.
After experiencing a few unsettling interactions in/around this and other classes, I know realize that I’m at a distance; they are quarantining me. I’m their example, not their support or even friend. That’s my perception. However, though I feel alone, it may only be because I choose to be. Gabrielle is not alone. She never chose it. She refuses to choose it. We all have a choice and she has taken the better path. This is part of my mind working against my self-pity, but I sincerely feel truth lies in both interpretations.
What does that mean exactly? Well, where does blindness come from? Spike claimed his lost eye sees the past. Our minds, attitudes, memories, outlooks, interactions – where we stand, how we cope. Whether we move forward or wallow. Which is somewhere around the place I’m currently at. Now, more on my project, which will help remove me from this mindstate:
What is lost? Consider this idea as a possible location for my project to travel to. On my island, I distance myself when I encounter setbacks, such as this. Yes, it happens, and I usually let it erode my confidence and certainty. Such as what I was pledging above. FOG – that will be the basis for this segment, if it lasts into the final project. I can see it now.
Posted by pantaleo at March 10, 2008 05:28 PM
Comments
Limited Fork Theory has given me a vehicle I prefer, one in which my neurological disorder is not at the steering wheel.
That realities and framing systems are flexible extends the nature of and number of relationships not also possible but reasonable to have with (a choice of) realities.
Sometimes, the altered perceptions expose what could be possible via other perceptual systems, visual processing of the infrared, hearing the ultrasonic --altered sensations provide me with episodic glimpses of other possibilities that are real while being experienced and while extended/explored in the mind.
In some ways, really wild and desperate attempts to compensate also, a configuration of privilege to experience those glimpses.
An anthology, in which my essay "Some Praise for a Little Right-Sided Anarchy (That Is Also Tribute to the Lobe Girls)" about a neurological revolt in the body (I was assigned to write a chapter on the "ear");
an anthology that might interest you is BODY, edited by Sharon Fiffer (this link is to some info about the anthology, including the table of contents): http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Body/Sharon-Sloan-Fiffer/e/9780380803583#TOC
and this link is the first page of my essay:
http://www-personal.umich.edu/~thyliasm/Right-SidedAnarchyMoss1.tiff
(an essay written before "Limited Fork Theory" had that name for an identity already emerging, alreadybecoming apparent at the time of the writing of that essay.
A form of fog, a more textured fog spiked, electrified nerves in my thigh so that gloss hurt --so gloss had to come off, veneers had to be sloughed
Your project promises to be very illumination, useful, without glossing anything.
Posted by: thyliasm at April 26, 2008 11:48 PM
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