Ulysses
So today in lit we were introduced to a style of writing called modernism or something like that. We're reading a book starting monday that's written by an author who only writes that way, I think. Basically it has no punctuation, or any proper grammar for that matter. It's just an on-going string of thoughts. I decided to try it out to see what it feels like in comparison to formal or poetic writing. I like it a lot because there rare no restrictions to my writing, just as there are no restrictions to the way I feel internally. I think this is a healthy form of releasing, and I might do it more often.
This is what I came up with:
winter settles as i walked across the damp pavement and soon realized that id have him running like a bitch and couldnt get the idea of warm showers and catering to everyone as though i owed them my soul out of my brain why am i here what am i doing i should break contact like a 13th century execution but thats barbaric and i laughed what about hot chocolate it warms my inside like a heater in my entrails and then the cold comes back but of course it does its winter and now the song changes i wish i was under white covers instead of im the coffee shop that serves soup and bagels and sushi and the devils behind me although i dont think she knows i i wish i would have yelled instead of cry and all over theres mistakes and its a all waiting to clatter a bowling ball knocking down a ten ton pin halloween is arriving or has according to business today there are no metaphors just plain facts the change is nice and he pressure is off off like the man sitting in his car get mo green is his coffee warm or is it deal breaker fluid i wish i would have dried my head tomorrow i will because i have to drive and stop and listen im always listening no one eve listens to me thought thats okay i have myself to listen to i have for years i feel like i shouldve gotten something that fit me better but it was on sale and it has contrast so does my personality so much that i contradict myself santa is walking my way but he trimmed his beard for summer and hes dressed like merlin i wish i had a better way to tell you no instead of yes because im always letting you getting away with everything i have to work hard at everything i have to work hard at everything this year and its exhausting i constantly feel the moisture welling up in my ducts and i hate that it happens in the middle of class so i have to put my head down if anybody asks i fake something in my eye my toes are cold as hell maybe my foot fell asleep but i dont want move because she might see me and then id have to leave that sinking into quick sand feeling is back i blame the last three years i blame myself i still attend to a king and i hate it i want to start over if magic existed i would wish myself back it bothers me that things are the way they are just like my penmanship is annoying im perplexed at it all i hope to find a solution im the only thing i can hear right now and even that is silent i wonder how to make this so its audible that involves shifting ive already moved too much for you and them and everybody else im tired of moving and fulfilling a world full of demands and being old what to do you just cant accept my fibers can you king thanks for the camp fire
This is what I came up with:
winter settles as i walked across the damp pavement and soon realized that id have him running like a bitch and couldnt get the idea of warm showers and catering to everyone as though i owed them my soul out of my brain why am i here what am i doing i should break contact like a 13th century execution but thats barbaric and i laughed what about hot chocolate it warms my inside like a heater in my entrails and then the cold comes back but of course it does its winter and now the song changes i wish i was under white covers instead of im the coffee shop that serves soup and bagels and sushi and the devils behind me although i dont think she knows i i wish i would have yelled instead of cry and all over theres mistakes and its a all waiting to clatter a bowling ball knocking down a ten ton pin halloween is arriving or has according to business today there are no metaphors just plain facts the change is nice and he pressure is off off like the man sitting in his car get mo green is his coffee warm or is it deal breaker fluid i wish i would have dried my head tomorrow i will because i have to drive and stop and listen im always listening no one eve listens to me thought thats okay i have myself to listen to i have for years i feel like i shouldve gotten something that fit me better but it was on sale and it has contrast so does my personality so much that i contradict myself santa is walking my way but he trimmed his beard for summer and hes dressed like merlin i wish i had a better way to tell you no instead of yes because im always letting you getting away with everything i have to work hard at everything i have to work hard at everything this year and its exhausting i constantly feel the moisture welling up in my ducts and i hate that it happens in the middle of class so i have to put my head down if anybody asks i fake something in my eye my toes are cold as hell maybe my foot fell asleep but i dont want move because she might see me and then id have to leave that sinking into quick sand feeling is back i blame the last three years i blame myself i still attend to a king and i hate it i want to start over if magic existed i would wish myself back it bothers me that things are the way they are just like my penmanship is annoying im perplexed at it all i hope to find a solution im the only thing i can hear right now and even that is silent i wonder how to make this so its audible that involves shifting ive already moved too much for you and them and everybody else im tired of moving and fulfilling a world full of demands and being old what to do you just cant accept my fibers can you king thanks for the camp fire