No wrong note.

NOTE TO SELF

'Tis a momentary lapse of season.

Horizon haunts this doodled huddle.

What lies beyond? 

What lies beyond?

A scribbled scrap saved from oubli.

Nothing more.

No wrong note.

FEW WORDS

EROSION

Eroded skies drape patina earth.

Lines float ghostly.

Clouds storm muster.

PRINT SCREENS

negative mood

eroded presence

INTERFERENCE

APPLICATION

There are no wrong notes.

NO WRONG NOT #clmooc pic.twitter.com/dwzEwZJwX9

— Simon Ensor (@sensor63) July 24, 2017

There are no wrong notes.

FOOTNOTES

A doodle on a note pad looked insignificant.

I played with its insignificance 

filtering with the aptly named app -  "Distressed FX"

I looked to layer the image with an app -  "Fused"

Absentmindedly - no filter.

I played with words.

I layered them with an aptly named app -  "Mood"

A tweeted request for video remixing came from Wendy Taleo.

Needing some video remix here @sensor63 @telliowkuwp @sglass771 #clmooc adventures. https://t.co/vPV8zb6DI3

— Wendy Taleo (@wentale) July 24, 2017

Absentmindedly - no filter.

I flicked through the posts.

I fell upon a poem.

There was only one line which captured my attention.

My mood filtered out the rest.

My attention is limited at times like this.

"No ideas, no energy, no desire."

I sighed.

I saved the scrap.

WTF

I played around with making wrong notes with an app "Thumbjam"

Making a horrible noise is therapeutic but actually quite tricky.

It eventually sounded suitably discordant.

I added "There is no wrong note" in monotone.

I exported the discord to iMovie.

It combined aptly with the distressed doodle.

"There is no wrong note".

Work jerk lurk er...

MYSTERY STARTING POINT.

Holiday.

Holy day.

open door to feldgang.

Clerks in holy orders don't rap.

But they do.

Oh?

Dear God.

No!

Yes!

Sorry!

Clerks in holy orders don't rhyme.

Nor reason.

in England.

with Kirk.

Anyway.

I won't go to Kirk.

In Scotland...

Fancy a pint?

IPA.

I am going to the bar.

Beam me up there.

SPOCK!

Quicker than the high road.

Or the low road.

TO LOCH.LOMOND.

Afore ye.

Beam me down there then.

Kirk. Captain. Jim?

Scotty?

Scotty?

Twerkin'?

Buerk!

CHIEF ENGINEER YOU'RE DRUNK!

Give me that.

Hands off my Firkin.

Don't you remember Jim?

PINKY AND PERKY

SWEET JESUS.

PIGS. 

PIGS FLY.

PINK FLOYD.

Animals.

Look up there!

What?

That building up there?

Which one?

The Foster Gherkin.

Gorgeous Tower.

I was thinking of Venice.

What?

I just had a thought.

Wipe that smirk off your face.

Dirk.

Dirk?

English with  a Flemish name.

The actor.

Dirk Bogarde.

Scottish.

Who? What?

Dirk.

Dagger.

Scottish.

Jerk.

SHOPWORK.

Can I help you?

No just looking.

NETWORK.

Lurkin are you?

"a lurker is someone that stays in a hidden place or waits in a secret or hidden place especially in order to do something wrong or harmful."

They call me the wanderer.

A knot work Jerk rather.

Macrame Lurker.

Get thee gone.

I am the wanderer.

A wonderer.

It's a perk.

A bloody privilege.

Mechanical Turk perhaps?

My God you are an irksome man.

ATTATURK

Work, work, work, 

Work, work, work.

All work no play makes a dull boy.

ATTABOY

Y'er Shirkin' rather.

Work, work, work,

Work, work, work

Legwork?

No.

Handiwork.

I'm a Patchwork Junky.

Nice Needlework!

Quirky innit?

Let me pay.

Oh. My. God. Let us pray.

Are you believer?

No.

Not.

I have just had a thought.

What?

What if God is a lurker?

Footnote and apology.

All of this started when Aras and Sarah invited me to complete a form.

About lurking.

DONE.

Quickly.

I hate that word.

For reasons unknown.

I looked for rhymes.

Lurk, jerk, shirk etc.

And then they caused me to waste hours of my life.

I am useless with forms.

CLMOOC RANDOM MAKE N° 446 LURK 

Click here

Take rhymes from lurk(er) 

Do something.

OR.

Do nothing.

God might be your judge.

f f fugue.

Self similar, self evident, fractal self...

"You still draw the same," 

my son said as we looked through the artwork.

"That's yours isn't it?" 

he added in recognition.

A recognizable scribble.

I am BEING reconciled to this frame.

I am BEING reconciled in this frame.

I am BEING reconciled by this frame.

WORD ALIENATION

NOTHING...

NOTHING...

NOTHING...

Fougue, sic fugitive scribble sum est.

I hated Latin.

self similar, self evident, recursive selves...

flee, frames.

Contemplation thanks to Terry Elliott.