Sunday, October 7, 2012
10.7b
I dont doodle, really. When I do, I must decide to do so ahead of time. What I do more often is compose things that never make it to print. Things like "His pendulous life was swinging surely towards something, but be it up or down, he knew not. His only sensation was of speed: massive and unmeasurable, barely tolerable, yet uncontrollably consistent."
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I love doodling. I love the idea of you doodling. That you don't generally doodle spontaneously is delightful and consistent.
ReplyDeleteI really like this one. That is because pendulums.
It creates so many-- paradoxes is the wrong word. But see, if a pendulum is swinging up, you know it's getting ready to swing back down, and vice versa. Basically half of Fortuna's wheel. I get the feeling you've already thought of that.
Whatever it's swinging toward, it will stay there but a moment, barring obstacles. So focusing on the speed makes sense. The speed thing also brings up questions of busyness and distraction because America.
Funny how uncontrollable a tightly controlled thing is.
You should see the folders and notebooks from my boring classes. Doodles galore.
ReplyDeleteI don't know why that thought (forcing myself to doodle) pleases you so, but that's ok. Sometimes, I don't know everything. In fact, I might go so far as to say that I OFTEN don't know everything.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the club?
ReplyDeleteWell, I guess it's just that you take yourself so seriously sometimes. That's the easiest one, anyway. I'm sorry I bothered you.
ReplyDeleteOh, so? Ok.
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