Monday, June 4, 2012


     Working on nonsense writing. Not the nonsense of nursery rhymes and tall tales. Not Seuss or Carroll. More like sentences that never end or loop around to meet themselves. Or an adverb abruptly. I'm trying to keep my brain moving by letting it loose from time to time. I have a notebook. I write whatever pops in to my head and however it evolves. Words make associations deep in my brain and as long as I can keep up writing it all down, I let it go. I haven't stopped to check what's been put on paper. Yet. 
     I started to write a journal of random thoughts but I found myself too encumbered by the need for it to make sense. So I gave up. Colors spill into verbs, verbs into adjectives, adjectives form memory triggers that reference current events. I'm sure it's all crazy talk but it's still contained in a notebook and hasn't escaped into public view. Yet.
     Very different part of my right-brained self. The nonsense, loose writing prompts thoughts of drawing and printing, no 3D here. I'm not sure how long I'll keep doing this. Yet. Maybe forever. I've said too much already.


     A path isn't worth shit unless you're willing to walk on it. In and amongst the distractions that line the path are also objects of inspiration. The trick is to keep them inspirational and not distracting. Keep walking on the the path. Stop for brief moments but keep walking in the long run. The path is all you have. Now move.