The thing is …

Here is a mysterious circumstance: things make perfect sense as they are. This is something obvious, familiar, and yet strange.  The world makes perfect sense!  No need to puzzle over it.  So why spend days, months, years, a lifetime, reflecting as to its nature?  Women teach men this, I believe (in being myself a man). Women bring men into the moment.

The virtue of patience

Waiting: it seemed like a good idea at the time.

The Biggest Noise

I’m often left wondering why you don’t say a word.

You are not like a tree or an apple. 

Or a ball of string or a Ventian blind.  Or even a shadow.  No.

Hey ho.  The noise the road to silence is paved with.

There are particles of the world too small to see.

But then how do we see the bigger mass?

The road to wherever is

everywhere marked by green signposts.

The smallest pastures are often the biggest.

Postmodernism: a worrying lack of context

(abba zabba.)

Not all ideas are born equally banal

One day it will be politically incorrect to be politically … don’t say it!  It may already have happened but who can say – ?

The Nature of a Feeling

A feeling that exists in its own terms, regardless of the rational mind, it can be hard to understand. Unlike a feeling experienced through the creation of rational occasion: because of what I have or haven’t been able to do. The second sort of feeling can be called a mood; a state of mind rather than a feeling in itself, to be understood as the same.

But also this: it is possible to let mood originate thought.

Postmodernism as a cigarette

Cigarettes bridge the modern/postmodern divide. Capstan Full Strength are clearly modern. However, brands that people no longer buy like Embassy No. 6 are indisputibly POSTmodern. The great question is – why? Never is it entirely pointless.

Nothing is said that hasn’t been said

Nothing is said that hasn’t been said far far better than once before. Also, as was it was shorter. Also: so it lasted longer. Also was was ‘is’, which has to have been better than was.

Kraftwerk’s music inhabits a mythology

Kraftwerk’s music inhabits a mythology.

The origin of words is non-judgemental pleonasm

The origin of words is non-judgemental pleonasm