From: sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Danny-Boy)
Subject: Trying to describe an experiment
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Sun, 13 Dec 1992 04:32:15 GMT


I can't show you this poem, because I cut out the sentences and taped them
to a sheet of paper. stapled some. So I will only try to describe.

it is from various conversations, and posts. things I remember. When
I remember, phrases stand out. I wonder what stands out about the same
things someone else sees? I am tempted to ask about the post of "free
flow thought" I made and see what type of poem someone would write from
the second paragraph. Anything like my later result? would the same
emphasis be clear? should it be? this is silly. not a very promising
subject. I move on.

The paper has one whole peom I wrote intact. It is not particularly good.

It is the poem that is:

self similar
self similar
these leaves are all so damn self similar

I have these dreams see
of computer screens,
dendrites self similar and closer in
you see
more dendrons 
more dendrons

each second - i can't tell the difference from.
so now this room is always te same
adn I can't move no.
It's your fault I'm stuck here.
and now that I realize it.

I can't even see! dammit.
the photons - they don't exist.

You can't tell the difference between me and the little
santa claus passing out tickets for time over
there.

	the leaves edges.
	that's the important part
	to remember to keep in your head
	when you sleep.
	
	the falling apart and te leave-dust.
	
	and fixate on the edges of leaves.

remember that seconds become your little electrons.
slam em all together yeah!




	each body has an arm or leg
	each one - cell walls and ribonuclei.
	becaue we all hypothalumi
	we all just think te same oh my.

(edges of things)

that's the dumb poem. The only thing in it interesting to me is
the part that begins "the leaves edges" because it has something
to do with writing poetry. Also, the part about us all having bodies
giving us similar ground for thought. We are all going to think
mostly the same because (for lots of us) we all have skin. So, because
we share hypothalamuses and eyes and cell membranes, we will have
similar rules of thinking. UP equates GOOD oftentimes. (he finished
up his work.) (this example assuming that completing-a-task equates
GOOD equates UP)

at the top of the paper, I have "not everything planned out by tal k"
(I accidently cut off the k and had to tape it on separately. so I exagerated)

I also have Page 1 sideways in the righthand upper corner, I don't know why
just felt like sticking it there. It's not page one, so perhaps I was being
subversive.

	I have next to the sloppy bad poem:

						about corners of eyes
				a small explanation

				     that something wasn't a metaphor if

					   I still don't know why,
				(     )

						[a long sentence going down
							the page, not
							   typable]

		in the center of the page, mixing and interfering with
the sloppy poem at the point "I can't evens ee dammit."
the words "usually I get around this			clarity by ignoring it
flirting with it, keeping it in the corner of my
eye instead of the center.


somewhere else on the page I have

What is

not a metaphor? all of a sudden, everything was.
	He guessed (said, actually)
it was not connected to anything else.)

	[garble. I cut up a paragraph. vertical strips. I dropped them
	on the page in random points, I taped them  then stapled them.
	Didn't notice until later that they were next to this metaphor
	thing]

	I wanted to be good
 	 I wanted to do
     he said what? run, talk,
   for something other than ideas.
I said, build. that's good.		build
			  out of what?

plastic,	small stones
wood,			    or
books,			large stones?




pouring water
and 	clay
how like a uterus, each meaning, like a baby
sticks in the webs of fingers
under your fingernails too.

[another glob of nonsence to the right a little]
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down the lower righthand corner: catching things in the corner of your
down the lower righthand bottom: eye and watching them.
-- 
I am always wrong. Don't believe me ever.
stark raving sane  sheilah@wam.umd.edu