Sv. Sv.
Sv, sv
Second sentence.
I am always more physical, when I am like this. You can tell—I am pacing. My voice is low.
You can also tell that I wrote the title after I wrote the fist two/three lines. I could not conceive that on my own, Or in that order.
S. s.
If I had added the second capitol first, the first one would have become automatically. But I did the first one first. I need to stop thinking automatically in order.
But what are the S’s? These strange subjects? You and I are subject. To what?
Whom will you tell this to?
I must pace.
Pace in peace, in chaos. Isn’t that what grammatical puzzles are? Reasons because some one made them into ordered chaos?
Is that why words love me so?
And then I thought—Woah. It’s an essay! I’ll send it to David! Is it non insane enough?
I wish I could have written it in the International Phonetic Alphabet!!
InSanity is what every on e lse IS doing. Subject Verb.
(Verb Away “exunt”)
Why did I do that! I would never be so bold and odd otherwise!! Goad am I odd.! A god, god+ A= gaod. Great! Another linguistic code out of a typo.
Breaking ground again.
Authors are somehow separated from society—they write about such events continually.
100 notable books a year: of a year: of the year: me? 100 of us?
An interesting exercise- separate the oil men and water women- but not by sex. By reason, pattern and subject (and verb to while you’re at it). Verb may have the most interesting undecidability.
So there is this much more on this trip, on quest for grammatical perfection.
I must create words. New words, new worlds.
The trick is to D.o whA.t you waN.t, after you have done what you MUST do.
Your must then becomes your want. Only someone who is educated can conceive of the concepts of someone who is educated. That is why those who do not read do not read. And those who do may look down on those who do. I’m here. You can tell—I am pacing. (Hannah C.)
Second sentence.
I am always more physical, when I am like this. You can tell—I am pacing. My voice is low.
You can also tell that I wrote the title after I wrote the fist two/three lines. I could not conceive that on my own, Or in that order.
S. s.
If I had added the second capitol first, the first one would have become automatically. But I did the first one first. I need to stop thinking automatically in order.
But what are the S’s? These strange subjects? You and I are subject. To what?
Whom will you tell this to?
I must pace.
Pace in peace, in chaos. Isn’t that what grammatical puzzles are? Reasons because some one made them into ordered chaos?
Is that why words love me so?
And then I thought—Woah. It’s an essay! I’ll send it to David! Is it non insane enough?
I wish I could have written it in the International Phonetic Alphabet!!
InSanity is what every on e lse IS doing. Subject Verb.
(Verb Away “exunt”)
Why did I do that! I would never be so bold and odd otherwise!! Goad am I odd.! A god, god+ A= gaod. Great! Another linguistic code out of a typo.
Breaking ground again.
Authors are somehow separated from society—they write about such events continually.
100 notable books a year: of a year: of the year: me? 100 of us?
An interesting exercise- separate the oil men and water women- but not by sex. By reason, pattern and subject (and verb to while you’re at it). Verb may have the most interesting undecidability.
So there is this much more on this trip, on quest for grammatical perfection.
I must create words. New words, new worlds.
The trick is to D.o whA.t you waN.t, after you have done what you MUST do.
Your must then becomes your want. Only someone who is educated can conceive of the concepts of someone who is educated. That is why those who do not read do not read. And those who do may look down on those who do. I’m here. You can tell—I am pacing. (Hannah C.)
posted by Prometheus Publications at 2:26 PM
2 Comments:
I enjoy the use of semiotics in this piece! It shows good insight into how most things are innnately insane if analyzed it to a sufficiently small degree. The use of deconstruction, and the insight into your own artistics mind are lovely!
thank you david. and thank you for putting the whole thing up there - even though it didn't make i t o the typ t version. i like the way you did it. i just realized i don't think i explained what the D. A. N. stood for. they are inset, and are an acronympho "do absolutely nothing," which would also, be quite quietly insane.
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