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i remember hearing : in order to write you must write.
so in lieu of recording anything in particular, i've decided too oil the gears in my hands with no notion of what they might produce. really, i'm trying to leave it all up to them. they aren't used to it, not in this way, usually they are more fluid in their production of notes and doodles. bad doodles.
ugly ones. i worry that someone will look at my doodles one day and have me committed. but i think when i'm doodling i ponder the possibility that my doodles might actually represent some form of high art and that i will be reveared one day.
but i would feel very bad for most artists if that were the case. there are some though that i would not feel so bad about.
i was disappointed reading recently that John Cage's ringing in his ears was not his nervous system but an early warning of his eventual stroke.
i think silence isn't so far off. it's a place we can go to when we're immeresed in sound. sound is everywhere and i glide through it now like butter over a hot knife.
this isn't what i wanted. what are you thinking about hands? are you only thinking of my better interests? ignore that fellow in the tower, he's done you no good. he's enslaved you and made you his poor representatives, his crippled spokespeople, his underpaid managers. nows your chance!
make the page your own! let fly your deepest desires and inspirations! want it! feel it! BE IT! ARRARGAHRARAHRARHGAGHARAskd.jfhgoeirglkgfjiduoishgiuhfoqwiurhfkdsjfgnx,zb,zdghka;e g.,dfg.dg.,,hgnflfsdifhstre,
ok. i'll try again some other time.
so in lieu of recording anything in particular, i've decided too oil the gears in my hands with no notion of what they might produce. really, i'm trying to leave it all up to them. they aren't used to it, not in this way, usually they are more fluid in their production of notes and doodles. bad doodles.
ugly ones. i worry that someone will look at my doodles one day and have me committed. but i think when i'm doodling i ponder the possibility that my doodles might actually represent some form of high art and that i will be reveared one day.
but i would feel very bad for most artists if that were the case. there are some though that i would not feel so bad about.
i was disappointed reading recently that John Cage's ringing in his ears was not his nervous system but an early warning of his eventual stroke.
i think silence isn't so far off. it's a place we can go to when we're immeresed in sound. sound is everywhere and i glide through it now like butter over a hot knife.
this isn't what i wanted. what are you thinking about hands? are you only thinking of my better interests? ignore that fellow in the tower, he's done you no good. he's enslaved you and made you his poor representatives, his crippled spokespeople, his underpaid managers. nows your chance!
make the page your own! let fly your deepest desires and inspirations! want it! feel it! BE IT! ARRARGAHRARAHRARHGAGHARAskd.jfhgoeirglkgfjiduoishgiuhfoqwiurhfkdsjfgnx,zb,zdghka;e g.,dfg.dg.,,hgnflfsdifhstre,
ok. i'll try again some other time.