BP & JW
Syllabus of Errors
And we were imagining staying hardbound inside this one video game forever, even if it meant with you. Step from time, O drama of the self! This ability moves you to nowhere and lets time pass.
The statue-form self, incapable of imagining anything sadder than the absence of the hard return
(another relocated absence) of anyone’s responsibilities: anyone who thinks hard for us all has to have told us at least where we are. And we are nowhere, letting time pass,
as if Thy worth, Enthusiast, shall be cherish'd here.
We, the Indian programmers, couldn’t stop imagining the programmers in India.
We, the American consumers, couldn’t get our minds around how much of a noun “adjective” is.
We, the protozoans, the pixels, thought thought had something to do with money, but what doesn’t have something to do with money? Are sounds just sounds or are they Beethoven?
And we were thinking about vibration and time and wanting to set words, the sounds of which I love, and abhor, occasionally, and sometimes upon request, to set in time,
loosely or tightly, holding fast or falling out the bottom, and not for you,
nothing for you but to remember instead of misquoting.
Funny that anything can get a response out of anything.
Sources, in italics: crawlwiki, William Stafford, John Clare, John Cage, Anselm Berrigan.