Thursday, September 24, 2020
46-3
They say that we don’t really stop. Molecules are jumping off our bodies as we move through space. Our skin is falling off, as is our hair, for those who have hair. I try to figure this out. In Zen we say not two. I have a social security number yet I don’t stop. You have a number and you don’t stop either. I think I’m separate, until I vacuum the floor and see the bag fill up with my dander. He said that space is just a variation of density.
And yet my son calls me on the phone. How is that possible if we aren’t separate? And how can we be 1000 miles away, yet our voices travel through space as if there was no tomorrow. How is that possible? What starts out as an aerosol morphs into a wave of some sort that travels by wire and air 1000 miles. I guess it is like what we did with two dixie cups, though the distance is increased by some exponential power.
I want to feel that connection to the outside, if there is even an outside. If we aren’t separate are we the same? These are all questions I ask as I put myself in one picture after another. Where am I? Who am I? Am I? Those are the only questions that matter to me today.
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Thursday, September 17, 2020
Regret
I told her I wanted to do the writing workshop, but I was through with words. She said ok. Later in the day she said I needed to use words. Then I started thinking about words, looking at the titles of books. Like “Mother.” It is just some lines and circles. Yet as it permeates through my body, it is immense. How can something like a word be both so nondescript and so boundless at the same time?. In our writing group last night there was a poem that contained the word “regret.” I cut the letters out from the back of a photo, thinking about regrets with every cut of the scissors. I wanted to be surprised how it came out so I didn’t look at the front of the photo as I was cutting. What I didn’t figure on was that the letters were backwards when I turned them over. Then I wondered about the words of the ten commandments on the tablet that God handed to Moses. The letters went through the stone. I wondered if God turned the tablet around or if Moses first saw the commandments backwards.Embryo:
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