Maximillian (Cesare).

[tun]

I am getting better
I feel relieved about it
I can tie my shoelaces
I can sit down on the bus
I can stand up again on my own
on the bus
exercise is very important
I feel so strongly about it
#
When a man takes to his bed in a fit of pique
he withers and he dies
I have seen it
with my own eyes
morale is important
#
Maximilian (Cesare) our cockerel
was a good boy
he protected the hens
from the eagle from the mountains
Maximillian (Cesare) defeated the eagle's intentions
regarding the hens
he stood his ground effectively
and ferociously
nothing is wasted in nature
Maximillian (Cesare) went mad
he got dementia sort of
and he killed a duck in the yard
#
How old was he
#
He was seven years old
he took a very long time to boil
it was unusual
24 hours
but when he was finished
he tasted really magnificent
people don’t know what meat is anymore
they have never tasted it in their lives
#
You speak the truth
a healthy animal is unknown
in the modern tongue
#
The women on their phones
have you seen them
have you been looking at them
as I have
when the child is in the buggy
but all alone and suffering
this is a shame and it hurts
have you seen it
#
How stupid can a woman be
#
They are more than stupid
my friend
they should not be allowed to have children
#
I don’t need to tell you anything
a child needs to see the mothers eyes
a child needs to hear the mother’s voice
every word that she says to him
is a brick in the tower of his dreams
#
They are mentally disabled
and they will never know anything
#
This is a disaster
what people want instead
of real life
is entertainment
created by a computer
what have you there
#
I agree with you nevertheless
I have the empire
of my reality before me
in the front of my eyes
the last four years
I made a profit
in the equine domain
I had to be so superbly careful to do that
#
I perceive that you have been
disciplined properly
according to a theoretical exemplar
of embodied mystique
if you will
#
I had to pay a very minutely close
and meticulous attention
to the governance of my betting activity
to defeat these swindlers
I have developed a holistic and a simultaneous
a comprehensive and a total conception
of chance and of necessity
of deliverance and of iniquity
and I have implemented it all
with absolute rigour and with definitive acumen and aplomb
this is victory my friend
I follow nature
nature is my teacher
Maximillian (Cesare) is my bond
and I can count it out in pounds
#
Here is your laundry
I have cleaned the filter on the machine
according to the regulations
all is in order now
I hereby discharge
these things
the linens to you
#
Thank you.

[rowens]

Just enough repetition to resemble a hypnotic rhythmic pacing, just enough links between sense and sensibility, just enough loosening of predictability to allow for the giddy pleasure of freeing the mind and nervous system from having to pay attention while paying attention, same with the pleasure of making connections without the tension of context.

[tun]

Just enough repetition to resemble a hypnotic rhythmic pacing, just enough links between sense and sensibility, just enough loosening of predictability to allow for the giddy pleasure of freeing the mind and nervous system from having to pay attention while paying attention, same with the pleasure of making connections without the tension of context.

Well this was from a conversation I had at work. I mean sometimes people say things to me at work and I remember them so I write them down. I am a homecare worker. I like the dialogue format/manner. I read a writer saying that dialogue does not follow mechanistically/predictably with people responding to each other's statements back and forth. That is not what naturally happens in dialogue, so he said. There is more to it than that (the unconscious/spontaneity) I mean it is full of novelty. In fact two people can have a dialogue and form very different impressions, even about what they were talking about. If I write a conventional 'poem' - I try to let it have this same natural 'unpredictability'. I mean I don't think about what I am 'supposed to be saying'- or what I just said, I don't try to remain 'connected' to what went before - and I am not trying to 'make any sense to anybody'. So hopefuly, it is always totally effortless.

[rowens]

Workshopping is seen as a necessary part of writing. It's an appropriate process and part of what writing is. That is, if you have nothing to say.
I have nothing to say, things say themselves, and who I am to meddle?

[tun]

Workshopping is seen as a necessary part of writing. It's an appropriate process and part of what writing is. That is, if you have nothing to say.
I have nothing to say, things say themselves, and who I am to meddle?

But the thing is one lives and thinks and feels. This is the experience/material that conditions the unconscious responses/facts/compositions/life that writing represents. These responses are accessed through the spontaneous being in the sense of the moment of speech as it is at the time then when you say it. Writing is the manifestation of that which is already created. It is written before you say it. Not afterwards. One cannot create writing by 'thinking' or by 'thinking it through' at the time. It is not a rational act in that sense. That is thinking. Thinking is not writing. The act of writing is an act of transcription of that speech which exists as already living and thus 'prepared, organized, coherent and finished and ready' - already. Thinking may, or does, supply the unconscious with material for processing into future speech. Regarding 'meddling'? It seems that the unconscious shrinks aghast from meddling, it retreats and becomes discouraged, even mute. The unconscious appreciates unquestioning gratitude and flourishes in that condition.

[rowens]

Things say Things. If they're good, I take credit in the social arena. If they're not, I don't. Things don't mind.

Things seem to be happening, since I seem to be here, and I am here, because why not?, and that is conditioning. 
I don't question my conditioning since that is what colors the symbols that the flow of Things comes through when I have adventures and make poems.
Any questioning comes of itself. Questioning simply is change in processing, which is what art is.

Every poem leads to more poems, and if ever I revise a poem, it's the same as making a new poem out of another poem. 

Writing explanations like this is the same process with a different flavor. The scene appears red and certain tones and words come, and changes of color and tones and other things happen. 

I'm interested in the tendency to the perception to the sensation that I'm releasing what feels like it's building up. Emotions and thinking can get stuck on certain personal situations, personal topical situations, and poems can flow as generic and unpoemly in the accustomed aesthetic sense. If I kill somebody, I might get killed, and if someone writes what is considered bad or not a poem, that's all that can happen in each situation. 

My intentions appear to be such and evolve and I go with them. I don't let go and I don't cling. And I simply accept the task of the situation that presents itself. Any factors that seem to leverage or distort or guide or persuade me are simple. They do.

Writing like this, in this cold and overintellectual manner is no different for me other than being different in itself. As a Cartoon character can be a scientist one moment, a fraud the next, and an obnoxious troll the next. All of those things are a same Character. 

This is cohesive writing. And anything I write is cohesive to me. The conditioned search for validation stresses when stress is needed, and the dismissal of validation relaxes and Things flow spontaneously, and both are the same and useful, at least apparently, and therefore really. As are all influences and mirrors and agons and desires and confusions.