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This is pretty fucking immersive. Hanging onto the tail of a rocket ship, as someone once described an acid trip to me, except more…responsible. I in short totally support and ape “knowing nothing” and just doing the fucking reading and writing. Yes. What gatekeepers?
I’m dumb too, I won’t throw fancy terms or words at you Christopher. But, I’ll tell you what I see.
Your words come sideways, like they give all of your textures to a concept.
The only improvement they need is to sort the concepts and transition, clear signals in the wave of pictures and sounds and smells, places, memories, and movement.
I held my breath the whole time and now I’m all blue - thinking, when will it go back to regular font? It didn’t because the words were racing til the end.
Anyway I really enjoyed this piece, and the whole asphyxiation thing
Thanks, Christopher. This piece gave me an insight into where your wild writing originates :) It seems your writing is a necessity, less about reaching readers than about creating a space of safety. I can understand that, but would you still write if you knew no one would ever read it? When I used to play in a band (Bass. Les Claypool adept here), I didn’t much enjoy performing. It wasn’t bad, but I made music mostly for myself; composing and playing were an inward trip. Writing feels like the opposite to me. I don’t quite know why I write, but I do know it isn’t an isolated act. My words need others (dialogue, resonance, exchange). Without that, they feel unfinished. Perhaps that is why your image of the hole in the page resonates: for you it is a place to disappear into, while for me it is maybe an opening through which the words can reach someone else. That doesn't mean writing loses its necessity maybe, I don't know, but still; thanks.
This is pretty fucking immersive. Hanging onto the tail of a rocket ship, as someone once described an acid trip to me, except more…responsible. I in short totally support and ape “knowing nothing” and just doing the fucking reading and writing. Yes. What gatekeepers?
You just might be the next person I do a paid subs to. I just cancelled a few and was wondering whom to support
Wow!
I love you, Mexico - but that doesn't help me one iota. :D
Can you describe the [ruckus, sir - the breakfast club] "wow"?
I had a couple drops of mushroom juice and flew away with this 🖤
Stunning writing. I have a partial (or more than) photographic memory, it is useful for highlight reels and feeling exhausted.
I’m dumb too, I won’t throw fancy terms or words at you Christopher. But, I’ll tell you what I see.
Your words come sideways, like they give all of your textures to a concept.
The only improvement they need is to sort the concepts and transition, clear signals in the wave of pictures and sounds and smells, places, memories, and movement.
I thank you kindly.
I held my breath the whole time and now I’m all blue - thinking, when will it go back to regular font? It didn’t because the words were racing til the end.
Anyway I really enjoyed this piece, and the whole asphyxiation thing
Thanks, Christopher. This piece gave me an insight into where your wild writing originates :) It seems your writing is a necessity, less about reaching readers than about creating a space of safety. I can understand that, but would you still write if you knew no one would ever read it? When I used to play in a band (Bass. Les Claypool adept here), I didn’t much enjoy performing. It wasn’t bad, but I made music mostly for myself; composing and playing were an inward trip. Writing feels like the opposite to me. I don’t quite know why I write, but I do know it isn’t an isolated act. My words need others (dialogue, resonance, exchange). Without that, they feel unfinished. Perhaps that is why your image of the hole in the page resonates: for you it is a place to disappear into, while for me it is maybe an opening through which the words can reach someone else. That doesn't mean writing loses its necessity maybe, I don't know, but still; thanks.
Brilliant!
Aw shucks, Patrizia, that's just ridiculous. Above average? I can live with above average. :)))
~thank you! +1
That is the compliment of my yesterday. Cheers. +1