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Wednesday, September 29, 2004

you might aswell smile

strange fanfairs and the gazes of strangers seemed to push the very boundaries of the air, like curved bubbles were pressing into me from all sides, sometimes everything just seems to push and squeeze and i've already been filled up and i can't take any more in without overflowing. but i suppose theres something glorious about the way the world seems to be so busy and full and exciting that you can drift through it without any identity at all. like bernard who's engaged to be married. only... sort of the opposite feeling.

things have become familiar enough now to be able to catagorise them. i can organise them into groups: fire, stone, air. no wait, thats not right. brick and lead, which both behave like fire. and the small green flash of repulsion and clarity which i can only call emerald for want of a better word. i can think about them now, like a scientist with his samples laid out on the wooden desk in front of him, i can pick each one up and magnify it and lable it, and put it where it should go. i can't destroy them, but i can draw graphs on them.

2 Comments:

At 6:58 am, Blogger poetpete said...

!PP

G'day... and thank you for the inspirational thought for my day, on bubbles. Lovely! It led me to explore something precious to me and I have posted a blog as a result.

Hmm... seems you definitley have a scientific bent. Yes?
Your "brick and lead" refernce puzzles me, but I am sure you have it all contained. Ever tried to draw graphs on bubbles?

BTW I collect all sorts of stuff, the last thing being a small mummified frog (for display on the sideboard). I have taken a fancy of late to perfectly smooth stones that are at least symmetrical on one axis. The closer to egg-shape the better. The hill we live on is largely of a weakish conglomerate which weathers easily and leaves many pebbles about. A few have been exceptional.

!PP

 
At 8:49 am, Blogger captain scarlet said...

you don't understand brick and lead and fire and emerald? no... i suppose that wouldn't make much sense really, and there was me thinking i was being clear. having written that post though, i know where things are, i have them sorted, they can't fool me any more. sat in the library yesterday with emerald flashes in front of my eyes, and i knew what it was.
graphs on bubbles? no, bubbles are far too fragile, i can't seem to touch them without destroying them, theres no way i can analyse them.
*smiles* a fellow collector of strange objects? i like the sound of your pebbles!

 

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