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'scape, 2010, 4*, being, cars, child, coffee shop, evening, girl, identity, mother, muse, sitting, snow, windows, writing
JJ Cale
in a coffee shop?
the wide windows
lights coming on early evening piled snow car park indicating turning white
snow on the hills
a girl leans back on a table looking the other way looking at her phone her
leggings show the landscape of thighs hips belly while her friend buys
a coffee a young mother walks the length of the counter restless child carried
low on her body looking for toilets
this all ought to be beautiful but I need to sit –
because when sitting I should just sit not look for calm-solution
when looking for calm-solution I am not yet sitting
when I see myself looking for calm-solution then I have started sitting
when I look for myself looking for calm-solution I have stopped sitting again
when writing I should just write and not anticipate what and bons mots
when I pre-structure my writing I am not writing I usually sit and stare and
don’t write much
but neither is writing an automatic flow of words or images at its best it finds
its own form
I find its form in its writing in writing it it emerges through-amid as the
crowd of thoughts that are my life but
before the writing is ready I am still alone in the crowd defensive and aggressive
and not seeing
the beauty in front of me
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
part of >>> writing and being
being & sitting & writing wormhole: loose to life
cars wormhole: ‘the old / Lotus Elan …’
child & mother wormhole: Victorian / houses / uphill / Brighton
coffee wormhole: I’ll just read a chapter
evening wormhole: classic
girl & muse wormhole: once
identity wormhole: months
snow & windows wormhole: snow and incense
Ah, the irony, the irony…
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