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Caca de Luna
It’s been raining for a month – the eaves, the trees on the boulevard, the forest behind the house, the telephone poles and wires – the entire world is dripping. Even here on the leeward coast it’s been a month of relentless thick, wet air. Windward? Don’t even think about it. Breakfast is late […]
Doug McCormick Weblog - Journal - Shorts - Longs - thoughts and all the rest
‘Life contains infinite possibilities. Each instant contains infinite possibilities. Each isolated moment a random piece of time sampled from everything at once in possibility. Poetry selects a thread, and the rest is waste.’
This is raw thought. This is how it comes out of the pipe. It’s not edited for form or for consideration of audience; it is imagination, invention, and jotting of thought. These are samples from the sources I go to when I need to build a character or the condition of the sky on some imagined day.
Some of it is seriously personal – it should be – it should be embarrassing, alarming, childish, politically incorrect and defeating. Some of it is beautiful, and in one spot as I recall I take the piss out of Charles Bukowski and those who post memes made of his ramblings. Nothing personal.