Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Knot crossing lines...

I am struggling here.

I am struggling here to find a way into (or is that out?) of this.

I shall just have to have faith.

I come back, change a bit of punctuation.

I come back again.

I change a word to bold.

I change the order of the words in that line.

I look at it.

I make a bit more space there.

It's taken up with drips of paint.

Drips of paint...

Teettering on the brink.

Post or trash?
Post of trash?
Post or trash?

I hit post.

I enjoy that gesture.

I ignore my better judgement.

I am no judge.

Out in the open, I am at peace.

“Don't think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it's good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.”

Andy Warhol

In the meantime...

I have been delving into "Unflattening" by Nick Sousanis and thinking about text and images.
I have been back and thinking about Proust, Kerouac, Joyce and "stream of conscisousness".
I have been back and looked at Jackson Pollock and thinking about intentionality, about gesture.

I cut a line. I don't stop to wonder why.

I was excited to see replies from Kevin Hodgson and Terry Elliott to one of those posts of mine...

A vantage place.

I saw Terry's reply in Zeega form http://zeega.tellio.club/24

I was strung out along those lines. 

I am bound and tied.

Lines cross...

Is this what it's about?

I bound here...

Where is this bound?

I shall make a knot.


  1. Tightening the knot
    is not a noose,
    just loose thoughts
    bound together by hands
    as we move to understand
    what writing has become
    and is becoming ....


  2. "I cut a line. I don't stop to wonder why."

    I said this on Terry's post but will reiterate. Nick said in his hnagout with us that often his work is smarter than he is. Some people (and I think you are one of them) allow the work to almost create itself and become something far more than it would have been if the creator had micromanaged and hyper-planned each word selection. Writing from the gut, stream-of-consciousness, creates something so different from the overly analytical writing that tires me out. I love what you write and this is another great example. Thank you, Simon. Let's keep connecting in the next 56 months.

    1. Thank you Susan. Writing is only as smart as the reader. When you are strung out it appears to be a creative release. I like to go back and visit the stranger's voice which borrows my hand. It is unfamiliar and welcome.

  3. Kinda depends on what the rope is for. An anchor? a pulley? a rigging to hold something down? If is an anchor you need the rope to hold the anchor to the bitt, those two big bolts of oak that thrust from the fore part of the ship. That's where you wind the rope to hold the anchor fast. The end of that rope is the bitter end. Is that the rope you mean?