I write about 80 pages (longhand) in my notebooks every month: notes, lists, letters, drafts, sketches, poems, ideas... And compose some on the keyboard as well. What I have hitherto published on VirtualItch are works I feel are finished, well-formed, and of literary value. From the Body is a series of writings combed from my notebooks which for one reason or another do not fit into the above categories, except for, I believe, they may be of some literary value::::potentially, or, here and there, traces...

I proffer such out-takes because I really am interested in sharing my writing as completely and immediately as possible. These pieces will mostly be of interest to those who write themselves, those who fail on occasion and who aren't afraid of failing, but who nevertheless go on, they must...

I edit-out the superfluous, the uninteresting, and the inexplainable...

The works in Danish are placed at the bottom. They are, for the most, simply in faulty Danish, which I haven't had time to rework...

My attempt, is to share my writing experience as fully as I humanly can... How does the mind work?...

This compillation will appear every few months on VirtualItch and will be archived in the Miscellaneous Prose Area...


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From the Body (2000, 1999, 1997, ...)

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"You Smoke"

"You smoke."
"Everyone in Europe smokes. Even the unborn fetuses. It's cool."
"Not for the unborn fetuses."
"Well, you know, they've grabbed the concept of coolness way early, but-"
"-They're being stunted and killed."
"Well isn't that what we're being? We're all being stunted and killed. Isn't that life? God. You're being so emotional."

That is what that is

That is what this is
Welcome, that
What does that mean?
I mean you no harm
'You no harm yourself?'
Yes.
That's your cures?
That's right
Are you sure?
Yes I am.
And you too?
Yeah
It's not fucking much is it?
Now that's funny!

Mistakes

Mistakes are pure creation
How do you think god created us?::::

We are going to make mistakes ourselves
But that's no excuse for making them

Reduction causes energy
Expansion is energy
Breathing.

Ippen taught us: "namu-amida-butsu"

The name of your god is a power::::
Your god only has power
In the utterance of your god's name.

Fate

Does everyone feel fate?::::
Our mind wires intersecting co-existing

Touched by greatness
Then eventual death immediate death death

Fate is the breathing from our environment
In out::::resource and resource

We all feel fate
Most when least exalted::::

But perhaps we are not human beings.

Southern California

Worked myself so hard I could feel death
don't have time to be with my wife
with our children
or with myself alone reading writing
no time to dream::::
reality occurs in the context of the shop
hundred hours a week
every morning start with the same chant::::'Got to wake up'
my body is a sparkling mass of pain

The shop flourishes
though unable to bare the brunt of its debt
unable to support the staff needed

How do we double sales
when cooking for what business we already have
consumes my every hour::::all my thought?::::
kitchenmanagercook::::no time to run a business.

A Future

Once the world is all American
our dreams become our own
livelihoods embraced
devouring increasing nicely
black holes of economies circumvented
when everyone is at peace::::
no evidence to be found for crimes

What will rouse our spirits
internet our souls
retain our fleeting inhabitants::::our well beings?
God signs a deal with anti-god
non-god and other-god merge::::
nothing left to manufacture to market
we cannot live without.

 

©2001wfairbrother