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LET'S FACE FACTS The mind is like a sponge absorbing the spilt ketchup of the moment gone horribly wrong. Or if one were to rub two atoms together they would burst instantly into a poem. Or not. Words go to jail if they fail to capture the state of mind of the person who believed writing was merely putting pen to paper. The writing untangles itself and word for word reenters the tip of the pen. The brain is made from papier mache but can be cast in bronze or set in stone. Some people don't even know they are host to a brain. A man whose name escapes me now but was an anagram for toilets cried that he could connect "nothing with nothing." I envied him and was jealous of his seeing. **** my doppelgänger who autocorrects everything I (dognapper leg engorged palp glopped anger "Grapple Ogden!") have strived to manifest here. I am an atom short of a universe.
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May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
LET'S FACE FACTS
LET'S FACE FACTS The mind is like a sponge absorbing the spilt ketchup of the moment gone horribly wrong. Or if one were to rub two atoms together they would burst instantly into a poem. Or not. Words go to jail if they fail to capture the state of mind of the person who believed writing was merely putting pen to paper. The writing untangles itself and word for word reenters the tip of the pen. The brain is made from papier mache but can be cast in bronze or set in stone. Some people don't even know they are host to a brain. A man whose name escapes me now but was an anagram for toilets cried that he could connect "nothing with nothing." I envied him and was jealous of his seeing. **** my doppelgänger who autocorrects everything I (dognapper leg engorged palp glopped anger "Grapple Ogden!") have strived to manifest here. I am an atom short of a universe.
**** Yet another "thing" brought forth from me by or rather cast out of me by the wonderful Kim Moore at her Cheltenham Poetry Festival writing workshop. Don't even ask! It was to get us to write and write I did and this...is...eh...what came up! Jaysus! It was a 7min. exercise...just write with no taking the pen off the paper hence when I stalled I started anagraming the word doppelgänger in order to keep the words coming. And as it was my doppelgänger who was shapeshifting all I was saying I thought it was only poetic justice that doppelgänger itself should be the word to get anagramed...serve it ****** well right.
donall-dempsey
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May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
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