Thursday, 4 November 2010

Words

Write, write, write, write, writey, write, right, write, right now this is an occurrence of an occurrence. I must keep writing, keep a flow, my mind needs to chime, it needs to tick, tock, click, clickety click, clock, clackety, clang clang. Move form words to prose? Interesting... very interesting.

Interesting it is. Interesting it shall be. What does the everyday mean to me? Mean to I? You or is I. Ken fit like? Ken all too well that the day. Welsh's words nae mine ken? Reverse situation. Gobbildy gook. Gook? Racism is a funny thing ken? A silly thing. Can be sadistic like so many other things. Sadism. Interesting... very interesting. Dinna think ken? Well, nah, dinna nae think likesay cuz nae writing will occur ken? Gotta be free thinking. Impossible that to be sir I am afraid to confer. Converse with fellow people. Helps ideas resolve themselves I have found. Ideas. Ideas. Fumflees. Get down on your knees. I am pleased. Oh so very pleased ken? What am I trying to achieve? Dinna question ken? That will get you nowhere. To the great abyss. Or is the abyss the concept?

Concept, concept, concept. Conception. The concept becomes a concept within a concept of its own ken? That concept will contextualise the conceptual ism of concepts. OUR MINDS ARE TWIRLING AND SPINNING. Questioning too much? Questioning too little. Keep writing you silly lad. The concept will come. As the concept is the concept ken?

Lets write slower, neater.
Rhythmic.
Conflict. Conflicting emotions today. Complain. I do. I do. I do complain. Just write. Just write. Welsh is the boy. Welsh understands what I'm aboot. I understand what he's aboot. It's all about the realism. The savage, savage realism of life.

Kitchen. Sink. Realism.

I feel the rhythm sinking. Thinking about other things. What will i produce? How will i produce it? Through making. Complaining. Failing. Nah dinna fail this year. Jus dinna.

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