Contemplations: "unholding dear hard sleep"

Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.

i think your antilanguage is developing
a fuller syntax now that does not )yet(
feel like expressive english hiding
itself around the expansive skirts of
schizophrenic word salad. my eyes were
caught and thoughts ensnared on two
inflexion points; viz., (1) i do
sometimes i think see past the themes
of classic plots and feel without
thinking and think full -- this self-
deprecating sometimes i think does not
ring true; you grok, clearly, without
question; i know all about the cataloging
compulsion and the capturing of words/
sounds/images/preserving moments in
formaldehyde jars kinda trip but you,
you're in it, yeah, embedded; but these
'classic plots' are not recipes no but
recapitulations of jungian archetypal
stories embedded also w/in subconscious
human machine language hero w a
thousand faces kind of gobbledygook
which art makes temporarily accessible
expressible not mere embellishment as
many claim which is the job of the
shoeshine girl and (2) i wouldn't get it
right now being too awake to compromise
or close my eyes on terror peace ‑‑ this
is really the same subject matter after all
it's all about thresholds and how much is
suppressed or repressed down into the
darkness so humans are engineered to be
somnambulists and hallucinogens are really
just extrinsic neurotransmitters that lower
thresholds waking humans up so that more
of the subconscious mind is immediately
available for conscious consideration
whether directly or through fantasy i'm
uncertain and somehow i doubt the
distinction much matters.