At the Science Museum I see a sign that says, who am I? The words bounce around as if in a pinball machine. I let myself say 'what a strange thing for a sign to ask it self'; the thought is captured and not pursued. The blank blue space becomes a place to meditate, time slips by, or do I slip by time? Staring for a while can sometimes unclutter the words, the thoughts. The moment becomes still; fear, guilt, unhappiness become just words again. I say to myself who I am as another undecisive moment passes by.
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reindeer rob 66 months ago | reply
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hi tony - That's a good question, as Stewart says. As you said yesterday, the 'who' is the history of a person, and the chemistry from which we are made. There are many answers to the question. Perhaps it's wise not to ponder too much. - robert
tonyhall 66 months ago | reply
Robert, it's one of those questions that seems to pop up thoughout our lives, and we have a different answer each time.
Yes, you could become a little bedraggled if you pondered for too long.
photoshed 66 months ago | reply
e.e. cumming Mr Twig? I am not as blue as this sign, or as clear as the photo. I do appreciate some deft punctuation, at times.
twig® 66 months ago | reply
well spotted Doug
not a serious attempt
but
just a nod
in that
direction
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molly bloom's speech in Ulysses is the most amazing test of text without punctuation. You just have to stop 'reading' it and let it flow like our thoughts and conversations intermingled.
New Year's resolution ~ read more... and start some g*ddam writing ...
Thanks Doug!