Brief intervals of keen awareness
interrupting four-scores of unbreakable ignorance
Transient executions of Truth
preceding expansive deserts of Falsehoods
short-lived mental disciplines
mall-copping a loitering debauchery
army ant Virtues
marching on the tree trunk of Vice
Holy febreze water
spritzing my mountain of shit.
implacable... not to be appeased; i love that word.
slowly, inexorably moving forward; relentless, unstoppable. like army ants. like rot, erosion.
this is what i gleaned from the SDS?
haha I like how you are stating what you obtained from this piece with a question mark. funny thing is , your interpretation has actually opened my eyes to a wonderful possibilities. My writings seem to flow from a place in which I do not consciously reside so for some reason I rely heavily on others interpretations, and the wonderful thing I have noticed is that I have a strong affinity of appreciation towards other's understandings and seem to, at least recently, cling to other's insights of my writing and integrate their perception into my own. I mentally wrote this in a negative tone, saying that my resolve towards improvement is weak, feeble and easily overcome; always falling back and losing control, all talk and no walk if you will. But I do feel that my degree of determination has grown and is growing. My transient phases of harmony and goodness are getting increasingly longer, or are "slowly, inexorably moving forward;relentless, unstoppable, etc." rotting away my weakness, eroding my inadequacies. thanks gonz, through your grasp may i get a better grip.
yes, action and not words can be our counterpoint, our strength against the implacable shadow of negativity. this is how i feel. and some days it's easier than others.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
another thing that came to mind was regarding day and night...
during the day our thoughts are illuminated and can be pushed into action, or that our thoughts can be consumed with action. but at night, in darkness, our thoughts can consume us.
i guess w/out struggles there may be nothing gained.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
true, i believe the day and night apply different yet equally and individually advantageous processes of thoughts, a mere shifting of gears that you may either resist or flow along with. I remember reading an article about how small social groups in the 19th century chose to shift to nocturnal lives. They would all meet up after dark to mingle, communicate, develop thoughts, etc believing that the night was a time of beautiful creativity and innovation.
