life's too good. time to blow out
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while racing to get ready to leave this morning, hoppin' around because it's so farking cold in my apartment in the mornings
...i forgot the first piece. and i think it made the second part better. drat. but the second part, as i can recall it anyway
it's as if becoming informed by linguists' perspectives forces me to second guess any sort of poetic formality i was intrigued by. but that's not really true; there's a false dichotomy or rule i'm overlaying there...because if anything form does relate function and they know that too, and that was always what i was most interested in trying to do anyway. i have never been interested in or really felt conviction for notions of some abstract fundamental "is" in terms of language use. i like how, in all of the lines and breaks and breath, in trying to be "proper" or not proper or just goddamn use your voice "in your own way"--which seems always so impossible now, and thus inevitably contrived and a lie thus to boot--all your smears and scars and frayed cuffs are showing. i love that, i want that, always wanted that. position. POSITION. by opening my mouth or scratching it down i send anyone out there somehow listening an echo in a bottle in the ocean. if the painful agony of believing we are in many ways all just islands has to be borne, i can at least handle it with my very own sharp shiny tiny instrument, the one that tells you where i am and what star it is. compass points pinpricking the/some cosmic heart, remember that? yes yes i like that. i know it's a corridor...also thinking, about the common claim that art is the liminal, frighteningly frontierlike space or category, where. you are in between. you're in a dark hallway between what you know and what might happen next. nothing seems certain to those involved at the time. cocteau's bit, what is it? a violent lapse between...between what is accepted and what may be understood in the future, at a later date/point. a violent lapse. hm. a violent lapse.
...and those who go way overboard on semantics. drive me nuts. because. it's not as if most people, whether they can articulate it or not out loud, don't know this is all constructed language meant as a communicative medium, a tool, but that it is a system and thus at times seemingly (in the fundamental argument sense) arbitrary. that guy at mefi who kept chirping like a hungry baby with a bib and spoon at hand, 'bout how 'nigger' is 'just sounds in the air' and we have to realize nothing we say has inherent meaning. how fucking stupid do you think people are, that you think they don't get that at the basic level, but KNOW THE SYSTEM and USE IT EFFECTIVELY AS A TOOL for coding?! jesus. i understand pointing out the semantic piece when it's clear someone's forgotten in a specific case that sign doesn't always have a 1:1 markup to meaning specifically conveyed, god, we know that. but when it's clear that isn't the issue, and the extension of calling out semantics expressly all the time becomes a matter of calling for the end of sign system use at all! dear me.
...
shape has a pattern and when meaning dissolves but pattern remains, new and possibly different meaning has grown out of that residue.
wow. it's still my, wow...
/
while racing to get ready to leave this morning, hoppin' around because it's so farking cold in my apartment in the mornings
...i forgot the first piece. and i think it made the second part better. drat. but the second part, as i can recall it anyway
it's as if becoming informed by linguists' perspectives forces me to second guess any sort of poetic formality i was intrigued by. but that's not really true; there's a false dichotomy or rule i'm overlaying there...because if anything form does relate function and they know that too, and that was always what i was most interested in trying to do anyway. i have never been interested in or really felt conviction for notions of some abstract fundamental "is" in terms of language use. i like how, in all of the lines and breaks and breath, in trying to be "proper" or not proper or just goddamn use your voice "in your own way"--which seems always so impossible now, and thus inevitably contrived and a lie thus to boot--all your smears and scars and frayed cuffs are showing. i love that, i want that, always wanted that. position. POSITION. by opening my mouth or scratching it down i send anyone out there somehow listening an echo in a bottle in the ocean. if the painful agony of believing we are in many ways all just islands has to be borne, i can at least handle it with my very own sharp shiny tiny instrument, the one that tells you where i am and what star it is. compass points pinpricking the/some cosmic heart, remember that? yes yes i like that. i know it's a corridor...also thinking, about the common claim that art is the liminal, frighteningly frontierlike space or category, where. you are in between. you're in a dark hallway between what you know and what might happen next. nothing seems certain to those involved at the time. cocteau's bit, what is it? a violent lapse between...between what is accepted and what may be understood in the future, at a later date/point. a violent lapse. hm. a violent lapse.
...and those who go way overboard on semantics. drive me nuts. because. it's not as if most people, whether they can articulate it or not out loud, don't know this is all constructed language meant as a communicative medium, a tool, but that it is a system and thus at times seemingly (in the fundamental argument sense) arbitrary. that guy at mefi who kept chirping like a hungry baby with a bib and spoon at hand, 'bout how 'nigger' is 'just sounds in the air' and we have to realize nothing we say has inherent meaning. how fucking stupid do you think people are, that you think they don't get that at the basic level, but KNOW THE SYSTEM and USE IT EFFECTIVELY AS A TOOL for coding?! jesus. i understand pointing out the semantic piece when it's clear someone's forgotten in a specific case that sign doesn't always have a 1:1 markup to meaning specifically conveyed, god, we know that. but when it's clear that isn't the issue, and the extension of calling out semantics expressly all the time becomes a matter of calling for the end of sign system use at all! dear me.
...
shape has a pattern and when meaning dissolves but pattern remains, new and possibly different meaning has grown out of that residue.
wow. it's still my, wow...