/ah you know odd little hanging words in casting resin a few wires twisted through stainless steel wire bent delicate "hairy" ah, hang from the ceiling, maybe a circle of wood, like branches rustic oh hightech apocalyptic ruin me stand me up i walk wind me up power spring fuel me with this strange words unkniownm spring day soon on any night cuddled with book twainkle me dimwhple whme grin booselre be sober warm poetic chuldrems air jest blend me fresh mind adult semi ass redult redoit no time remenber be I always wanted to be this adult just find a way thriough to me branches tassel temp ic bonaventure hope forms line in nose of breathing air not drug we're dot many assemble good air of this fine yet always wishing
pretty harsh "to world" "you can't love" let's just play, all of us, meaning of people in the past sail bridge sky buried deepo in bioook, shh, no pickin on any one, it's a bug and break up world, many troubles on carry my blue master case file of ad for more pairing stepup impossible on indecision and wait give time think hum, a little joy in memories pain meditation time an hour two hours all is good.
-
So here's a little writing, oh offline, in the heart of the book, wide ranging hot cold continents of mind soul imp drag say me a little give hints big book mess mash dinner but subsistence for all our sad times give sample here but wow maybe treat it to more, little lines shading trees fitbs dirms (I don't know what those words are, sorry) streets words spread out use pencil rhythm tick off assist for heart of book stsrig st poupylstion (do you know what those words are, eric, any of us, stymied, stultified, at world) how can I join yoiu hiw can any if vamm is amily I can join yiou? With this, me, inside, blur, unsgtas, undigested as if any of us try at digesting in public yuck you bird regurgitating, natural, our blue in us is unafraid to join the world
-
"
Go visit someone and meditate with them.
Oh the following chunk of words a few little pictures each post, this semi-“blog” here in January 2013, oh each little word needs a weather system, little pencil flecks smudging cloud or sunshine clear air la la la be hippies or bring these pages sit and touch them would it be as good on tablet computer touch feel in your mind spirit little grey markings black lines poetry abstract but of feeling the life of the words. Kiss me.
(Could we stand up read out loud perform in a small grouping feel free 10 years built up “can’t do that” 20 years built up “can’t do that” oh to mark ourselves “you should be taken down, or you should try”
Do I do little flecks around words or do you, in talking, embarrassed “a fool” you’re so afraid you’ll make a fool out of yourself.
Oh, I will help. No, not to make a fool out of you, but to make things better./ it is a helluva lot of hard workkj, I’ll tell yiu now. But still, I will stsy.)
Basd spelling woirds iopened up renovated life opened up renovated, in a dufferent way. Float there. See them, dtip/ stop in midair, (ualk them now. “they sdtop, I seea little, my soupand sound life mic I speak on thisstage fright me, or whst unkniwmn semse, unkniw dimension, void, something apeakig ti me from beyind it all.) be scasredm gulp “I guess someine who medtstes ciould hamndle this better.” No, but you will try too./ you could
Fresh yiou blufgger,. Chance of slap down some words, get up ther champ
So I did send a letter to a publisher, artist, all around good guy don’t know him ..
I did sort of request he maybereasd this ..but you know/ oh grey lines grey sky transmogrification of work, still not done for the heart of this, strange heart buried somewhere in the 80,000 pages of it, and what will you do, breathing, surrounding area .. how will this take up in the world .. convenient complete a little more you join me hold hands uncomfortable group no we settle words moist palm stranger story, vast hedging frame of words so hand fidelity of warm the wreck flickers cold old words, we thought they were everything, then abandoned .. we need this, please could we have it, strange hovering don’t care nameless higher plush owe driver friend stopped by very strange do I shrink against the wall
Or leave out parcel of who words my life in disturbed what I underneath take shove caress on shoulder ninkey nincompoop addiction to staying the same soaring building at last love you
January 12, 2013
Hi ___,
I found your blog, through just fooling around on the internet, searching, like we’re all searching. I enjoy your perky attitude, towards furthering books, oh who knows, with all the drugs and money-chasing .. what lives .. we are sad. All of us. What is earth to do?
Which brings me to my project. I have a blog at imoneyearth.blogspot.com, I also have a bit on etsy, under imoneyearth, not a shop, I just bought a few handmade things, left comments, long blithering comments, as well as I have a bit about me in the “about” part .. oh, over the past 7 or 8 years I have written a rather massive book, entitled “I money earth” which is more a sad I mother earth with a tear in her eye, oh, what is she to do, what at all?
So the book, it’s really me in a breakdown, being chased by police, also a stripper, her computer savvy porn site friends, also a good girl, from a park, only wants to help – the story is true, I am a mentally ill man, but not really, it’s an opening into another world, well, ha ha, with much chi kung meditation tuning, maybe, and I have done that, but I had a terrible time, my mom died in 2002, around that time, I had a girlfriend, she’s a sex addict, she didn’t tell me, I was living at my parents’ house, helping them, then she was living there too, all the while she was seducing friends, people I knew, because in her lust for dirty orgasm “that made sense” I found out, just after my mom died, and I had a terrible breakdown .. but all the while, well, I meditated, and I wrote, and the stripper girl was tapping me, my computer, but she didn’t know, the police were also tapping me, from an incident back when I was 20, they had had me under surveillance, oh, quite a mix, /and I would go to the park and exercise, and people would show up, they also put a tracker in my car .. so I was having troubles, recognizing some people, oh, it all unfolds .. so that’s some of it ..
So this book, I assume, is still under surveillance, the police, the dancer girl .. I don’t know whether the police will contact you
But I feel this is an important book, some 80,000, 90,000 pages .. a “database” if you will, that depicts me searching for answers, in gentleness, my chi kung meditation, but also some anger, some craziness, at it all .. /so in some way I picture thus, being dived into at various spots, by a public, who seeks to further it (it has a quality like a world like a massive mind we take “campsites” in it, spots “own them” set up a home there, “know as much as we can ‘about it our spot’” and share), further some unique things found in it, about words, about talking, relating, being human, and other things .. a content, we have not found out about each other yet .. the loneliness, the hi-tech, but the being caught in a bubble, sealed off, a blue, a blur a grey a powder a floating particles you cannot enter in our minds, something if there, but we don’t know if when what
So I picture this happening, people applying media though chances shyness “I’m not doing this shit!” scared, their inner life, but producing small artworks, of these words, and their words, attempting, this “unspoken” that “earth will never get to” it is almost as if we scatter the words of this book over the world’s streets, have no other way, scatter them, preserve them in casting resin, have a contact on it, little pieces, holes in them, to hang around neck, as we all seek to talk like this, be like this, the mystery in the book, as it unfolds, not in the book, not in us, or in both, this “:un-book” nothing, is it network book, is it modern, or nothing, nothing possible, in millions of years, nothing .. what is going on, at levels of physics, of literature, what is being shown us, as if in some vast physics theory, we are not even here at all, what is outside of that, does it take someone, already divorced from reality, then crunched with pain, almost dying, but meditating, quite dangerous in fact (to meditate during a nervous breakdown), but other levels of intelligence opening up, or will he die?
So this is that. So I’ve told you a bit here, ___. Could you help me? What is the next step for this? What is a literary agent for this, or how does it work? I can pay you, a little, or have some deal, a percentage of sales, I don’t know, do you believe in this, do you see a spark, do you need time to think about it? It is okay. Take your time. So, I am Eric, pleased to meet you. I am Eric Sewrey, last name pronounced “Surrey,” like Surrey , B.C., there you go, I’m 52 years old, I am on a psychiatric disability pension, I have been since age 22, I think? I’ve just fiddled in art and writing, never really “blossomed,” if you will, until at age 40, I took up chi kung meditation, took a course by a Chinese master, he would come to Ottawa
So this is a lot. Anyways, yes, the incident I was arrested for back at 19 or something, was a bank robbery, with electronics, an attaché case .. oh, I don’t even want to talk about it, but it wasn’t a rape or a murder, just in case you were wondering, no nothing like that. Anyways, this is a lot to digest, I’m just pouring it out. Please get back to me at your convenience and I realize this will take a long long time to digest, and you just may feel it’s shit, from the outset. Way it goes. Take care, keep up the good work for “what will books become?” I think they will become something.
Take care,
Eric
- - -
So, eric back in piece, commenting here, yeah I sent that off to the guy, in email, who knows, it’s a not bad letter (there’s so much to pack into it, or just a feeling, of “chi kung meditation, and recognizing someone’s spirit, and not recognizing the person’s face”/ well that was not really in there, but I thought of that afterwards, oh, little chunk, online, bare words on white background see them get confused “why speel wring, I am usedti them spelled right, this is confusing.we” But life, some spelled wrong, some spelled right, represrnting “weare nit quite matter and words sure, they ealk rebel not rough ig iour walkig sround,m smokig cigsrettes or nit, we human stay as is all there is. Health, home, beig good or bad, is all there is.” Somethig is going on, psst a good/bsd engine. We can plsy in this, and ve srioys in thius, but something else is going on, ni time for, layer the average and splendid person into it, hsve time fur.) but these words ast the hesrt of it put a little on the blog, just decided to, was “offline” before thst, no real sttempt “well stand there this is a book stand right there publish some on the net” but some kind of hold back and be tepid, brazen in a big shout, pop in “okay that’s enough” this takes time, test each step of the way .. heart og fold here, hesrt of the stammer book, do I need ti take pencil, mark ret, white of grey-out, hold esch psge, desihmn ,like sround little words, giuve clouds westher, sweet kismashses, from words to us, purring, bsrking, no, sayig much human more drag, sat a higher level.
Anyways, sit plonk plan no we’ll see. But pleas og love me, say the little words, capitulate bumturned here dig my dogbeast of words, whoile werapping up oif life, fyuving deep in, tip asst “humans being matter, do smattering blah and are made of matter” are our thoughts even rudiment real case, is any of us even walking satchel real, carrying weave or leather or combnatiomn straight back young later creative stylish whst is wasrchig us? what does watching shy shh I’m here crazy loon heartbeat of inside gone be back “when? I saw you that day ..” we all say that to each other, noticed something about someone, don’t know quite what it is/ to it want it besides are we anything plum all depths see accord that, in our tears hear me mess affix we wash keep it xzteasdy book appnfsfe/ appendage nit sex casre knoiw this is true
-
Strange longing, to creste more come out og plung, dangerous spot, us, donltcsre, hoin in, plsy, fame of life, family, subsisdt, cry, be lost, join in on whst wecan
But this
-
/endf’ snippet/ 9:30 pm
- - --
eric back here in blog writing online oh life hanging little wids damgke wordy birdy nit too pompors liirle delicste stipend contract worker in my mindring, do treatment brring as word I such a miss you stop the wait lightning fee for bed cryst .. cyst? ah, pus squeeze crust apple pie meaning in warm hand off somewhere away from you smiles dewy, wormy comfy horrid love strange "I just needed to know you a little" stay isolated, hermit. No, come see me.? no please I mean it. ah lasllyfoo Work our way in? ah no confidence in this work on almost be kicked in shinkilled dump on floor lie there pain peace go to bed don't make spectacle nerves every day sail, set sail, nervous ship, shipment of "drugs possible errant friend springy mind," words so psychollysomatic, no cocksufgull flyaine herd oink just fancy lip stay unsure unspoken deep cinder block and fear their bed my word slam ma soul I can't say any of this. Work on quip quiet clip clop tap tap unison wait. Ah if only see so much. Not collapse. Have fun. Dare to go through it jungle garage dark sunshine my ass, or bathing suit on, holiday. We are amorous words, love for shingle roof hair head dive sit.
think none no way come over anyways i acceot you. Fur marruasge coundelor lowtey spigit drain flowers repot. World.
-
-
so yes all for now book example grey skies little weathers of little words
faint hope
we try to be clear say drag perfect human sum up, worry so much behind the scenes
We never show that
Like here
Work with it show it, work cutely with it’’like I hope it is
here
No comments:
Post a Comment