[NetBehaviour] this thing...

[Aileen Derieg]

As Annie said, thank you for sharing this, Marc - and for expressing it,
Aileen
On Thursday 09 July 2009 14:41, anniea wrote:
> thanks Marc for sharing
> best
> Annie
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> On Thu, Jul 9, 2009 at 2:23 PM, marc garrett
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> <marc.garrett at furtherfield.org>wrote:
> > this thing, this dream is not of desire or want of
> > it is a complexity with many shapes, forms and sizes
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> > this dream, this cloud of almost knowing yet unknowing
> > is not just a haze, it is also an amalgamation of places
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> > these places, are not just physical elements, solid
> > they are spaces touched upon, unfolding one's vulnerabilities
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> > these elements, are not plyable psycho-modules
> > more like shadows of one's various selves shifting, lurking
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> > this lurking, is not a conscious spectre waiting
> > more like nuances, sitting around inside, outside, around
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> > this consciousness, is an interface defining one's borders
> > yet it does not protect, it deludes and it quantifies
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> > this pain, is not only one's pain but also everyone else's
> > cannot just claim it, have to subtlety declare it, share it
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> > this absoluteness, does not relate to thy state of being
> > it entraps one's fluid sensibilities, it is false scenery
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> > these false scenes, show a truth but nothing of reality
> > hyper-realities, redefining and re-sculpting the losses
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> > these emotional objects sit like furniture, banal, solid
> > they are everywhere, screaming for comfort and submission
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> > this submission, is an enemy but also can be a friend
> > this friend is everywhere, it can suffocate like an enemy
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> > this enemy, could be a loved one or even current situations
> > one's interface or definition can be seen reflected by others
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> > these situations, are what we all know or will come to know
> > time is the dealer of circumstance of what is to come for all
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> > these moments, of time and unfolding segments of this place
> > delete the interface, delete the noise of myopic composure
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> > this exposure, of one's usual composure deletes the voice
> > no choice, a dream yet not a dream, a squeeze of realization
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> > this realization, is small and it can be drowned out easily
> > by the rhythm of life, and many absolute modes, the continuity
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> > these continuities, they bind us together - to the sod
> > earth, space, past, present and future, a part of the process
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> > these processes, force us to share these moments and mind
> > like straight lines, ropes that bind us to the outer limits
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> > this outer limit, of which I speak I cannot mention
> > for it is a noise that defines my own space, not your time
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> > this thing, this dream, this reality is reshaping the outer
> > limits, what is currently mine with many shapes, forms and sizes...
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