Random Thoughts (if ever there be such a thing) - 1/5/2002

Like the way I suddenly became interested in a certain personality of the past who for a brief moment strode into my life and made me feel old and manipulative. Who listened to jangly guitar music, broken chords and all as if it were the only sounds that counted. And she would close here eyes and seem to hum from inside the tuneless replaceable sounds that groove into chord progressions. The nature of memory is stark and its visitations leave you unprepared for the dwelling on after the event. I catch a glimpse still of the purple vest and hear the strange muted voice trying to make clear the sounds of the inner ear a vague humming never that never suceeds to form words. Until now you've managed to keep the thought / image supressed but a moment is all it takes for her to come bounding forth.

"Come Forth Silent Rogue and Claim Your Prize"

For it is only worth the blinking of an eye, the gasp before the falling, the sigh which evaporates the passing through closing doors. And the intensely personal is refracted through writing, a rememberance too shallow to elaborate upon as detailed narration but the starting point of every dream. A single word, an image breaks up into a torrent of desire. Can I concentrate thought so finely that all its theories and verbalisations become superfluous? Perhaps the nature of thought being chronological resists my distillation. one event precedes the, follows after, results from and tracing that line endless is thought itself.

So when the suddeness of her face flashes across my mind's eye where does it come from? Is that thought or image? The image generated by the mind - is that thought? For its origins lie too deep in the subconscious to make subconsciousness a terrain worth exploring.

Keys Words:

Large Unblinking Eyes
I have to go now
furry forearms
Purple
I want to do Medicine
maybe you can sing
Seated in the dark
LT 1
Just Play

MRT Jan 2002