is turning on me, and acting with a mind of its own. my stories always do this, the better ones anyway, so i guess i just need to give it the night and let it tell me what it wants to tell me. skipped writing group to let it. so okay alien story-wha’didya wanna say?
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more tenuous tennis
a Cantorian continuum of infinities of possible move and response, Cantorian and beautiful because infoliating, contained, this diagnate infinity of infinities of choice and execution, mathematically uncontrolled but humanely contained, bounded by the talent and imagination of self and opponent, bent in on itself by the containing boundaries of skill and imagination that brought one player finally down, that kept both from winning, that made it, finally, a game, these boundaries of self.
Infinite Jest p.82
a sensation that can be felt asleep or awake
the sudden intra-dream realization that the nightmares’ very essence and center has been with you all along, even awake: it’s just been…overlooked…
Infinite Jest p. 61
funny
or at least so typical of me, that i would cull a collection of quotes that resonated in me and then present that as the bulk of a blahg meant to be myself talking. well i guess i am a collector after all, never of objects but always of lyrics. i am of course emo enough that i obsess over song lyrics as well, but the blahgging of these seems too cheesy even for me. because the lines from these books are really a careful collection, there is a center that is pulling them into this, and it is helping to write its own book as they draw together, and really making a map quite accurate, with which i hope to work further later, and the process of the practice is helping me to focus on the trip itself.
weather forecast: spectral rain
Those with distorted orbits of all kinds…Come in from the spectral rain…(Madame Psychosis in Infinite Jest)
p. 189
p. 189
from the list of problems that perhaps sleep will resolve
(the Lover’s) the struggle between a present passion, a present beloved (her image), and the memory of a dead person.
from the museum of eterna’s novel
from the museum of eterna’s novel
bitterness for three sleepwalkers
Quote from ‘Bitterness for Three Sleepwalkers’ by Marquez:
“I’m afraid that someone is dreaming about this room and revealing my secrets.”
“I’m afraid that someone is dreaming about this room and revealing my secrets.”
Which reminds me of when D was around 4 years old, telling me that when he has a dream, he knows that somebody else is having it at the same time.
here
http://www.nthposition.com/flowerplacedinacastle.php
also, i found this review interesting.
repetitive ripples
“If we could see the pressure ripples of these non-musical sounds, we would notice that they were very complicated. … The noise ripple shape [of, for example, a door closing] which eventually arrives at the eardrum is extremely complicated because it is made up of a chaotic group of individual ripples which have no relationship to each other. This is true of all noises which are not musical notes. The noise ripple shape which eventually arrives at the eardrum is extremely complicated because it is made up of a chaotic group of individual ripples which have no relationship to each other. This is true of all noises which are not musical notes.
“Musical notes are different from non-musical noises because every musical note is made up of a ripple pattern which repeats itself over and over again. … To be a musical note, it doesn’t really matter how complicated the individual ripples are, as long as the pattern repeats itself. Our eardrums flex in and out as the pressure ripples push against them. However, our eardrums can’t respond properly if the ripple pattern repeats itself too quickly or too slowly – we can only hear patterns which repeat themselves more often than twenty times a second but less often than 2o,ooo times a second.” From How Music Works by John Powell
so creating a pattern=making music?
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