typewriter excerpt

Below is an excerpt from a project my wife and I started. Similar to Burroughs & the dadaists, we leave a piece of paper in the typewriter and from time to time add whatever thoughts or free flowing words that come to mind. The aim is simple: A continuous flow of pure thought. Just what will show itself if self steps aside? In other words, pulling back the curtain of that third mind.

“sweet silver tongue how you rage in your cage, slung slumping over
humming along the railways, gazing city horizons through glassy
eyed bottles, left behind by the number 9.“

remember the risks

I almost forgot I had this little space.
I almost forgot to breathe.
I almost forgot what a waste some things are.
I almost forgot the way the winds calms my nerves.
I almost forgot what automatic was.
I almost forgot I wasn’t alone.
I almost forgot what no one knows.
I almost forgot the point.
I almost forgot the seasons restrictions.
I almost forgot the emptiness in time.
I almost forgot the light that shines.
I almost forgot to forgive.
I almost forgot to let go.
I almost forgot that the universe smiles on me.
I almost forgot the essence of chaos.
I almost forgot the words.

forever stirring the clouds (for megan)

You are my center when I spin away

you are the sun that makes me rise in the morning

and the rain the keeps me warm in bed

you are the river I wish to flow in forever

you are the trees that give me shade

you are the air from which I breath

you are the storm that stirs me

you are another me and I another you

we are the alchemy of love

forever stirring the clouds.

You have my Infinite love Megan.

Happy Anniversary!

Yours,

James

none

i think we’re all bozo’s on the bus.

let go a’my ego!

a relationship is a lesson in love and ego,

you either kill the ego or love it more than the person you are with.

these words are like painting

First experiment in cut up method. Using conversing emails on a similar subject & recording, I randomly sliced the emails into little bits and blindly rearranged the words. What transpired is this: 

you are only here for a cut up method

tones, etc, into all of this together.

that cool to trigger root

my thinking is this.

I have the option as well as the threat down into a full disc

through this process, could you, but with audio, tell a story?

what if we started with onward

magicak elements,

material is Time

topic or idea

these words are like painting

dimensions

contenders

rearranging the same could be in mind and finding

take some of the audio end of this as emotional responses

the final illusion

This being my first entry. I suppose it is expected to get some sort of introduction to the man behind the screen…you will get no such thing.