Archive for the 'Reflect' Category

The World: An Inventory

Friday, May 17th, 2002

Disposable items, possibly disposed. Things that do not refer to other things; things that do. Lists. Collections. Containers designed to hold miscellaneous items. Miscellaneous items themselves. The part of my brain that stores the word miscellaneous. The part of my body used to produce it, written; typed. A paper: Gallie, WB. “Essentially Contested Concepts”, in [...]

Somehow This Unites Us

Thursday, May 16th, 2002

I am driving along a busy road when I see a sign warning of aged people ahead; I become alert, as if driving through a natural reserve, where these strange creatures might suddenly leap onto my vehicle.

Later, as I drive over a small bird left dead on the road, I feel the vibrations echoing through [...]

Lake

Tuesday, April 2nd, 2002

Sun entering a white room with curtains dancing in the wind off the lake. It was a clear day and the water glinted like heaven. We skimmed the surface in our catamaran leaving clouds of salt-spray hanging in our wake. The world is big enough to never be in the same place twice. Your head [...]

Some old things

Tuesday, April 2nd, 2002

(January 21, In Air, Canberra->Sydney)

“Performance measures … metrics … FTRs … he spent two years with a Spanish generator …”

(Man in white shirt and tie pretends that talking about business precision guarantees him immunity from his fear of flying, but as the lights glint obliquely and the frame rattles he clutches his armrests, closes his [...]

Error

Tuesday, March 26th, 2002

An error message popped up on my computer and it said “Cannot find your life”. On closer inspection, it said “Cannot find your file”.Possible existential error messages.Cannot find your life. Unable to continue due to essential meaninglessness of all action. Refuse to perform action in order to assert fundamental freedom of self. Selected option is [...]

Notes

Tuesday, March 26th, 2002

Party.

Trains sound like fireworks
In the empty sky,
Cockroaches trawl the footpaths.
The sadness will be submerged
By the morning
And we will pick up our bags
And keep moving
    Onwards
        Upwards
            Into the light.

War.

Smoking cigarettes reminds me of you
Cold tiles in the twilight,
Sniffing glue.

Night falls in blurred edges
Over the slow spiralling city,
Strings of carlights unwinding
Like tracer trails
    Over the desert
        [...]

The unswerving punctuality of chance

Sunday, March 24th, 2002

The funeral of William Gaddis. Quality not quantity. Like you can measure a man. Close your eyes and feel the space in between us. Close your eyes and listen to someone talking, feel the distance expand and contract and imagine yourself expanding to fill the entire world. I feel like writing the phrase “the world [...]

Lense

Wednesday, March 20th, 2002

The day was long hot and seen through the lense of red eyes, everything looked brown. When I lay down in front of the air conditioner it took awhile to really work and I closed my eyes and listened to the hum, I couldn’t really sleep because the floor was hard. When I opened my [...]

In a seaside apartment near the beach

Monday, March 11th, 2002

Old friends in a seaside apartment near the beach, Newcastle is a hive of lights strung out across the coast, and the carpet is tightly woven. A wedding and an engagement, cobwebs in the steeple of the church, small mistakes in the ceremony, an old priest reciting the service from memory while gazing upwards to [...]

Glinting in the sun spinning

Friday, March 8th, 2002

She seems happy. You. You’re the only one who reads this. A coin flipped into the air and glinting in the sun spinning. I like the window down and the sun on my arm and the stereo on high and tiredness rushing in pin and needle waves down my skin and singing to strangers and [...]

Whatever can be spoken

Sunday, February 3rd, 2002

If you’re a hip cosmologist you believe that every possible universe exists, but then if you were really hip, wouldn’t you have realised that it’s all been said by Parmenides well over 2000 years before?  “Whatever can be spoken or thought of necessarily is, since it is possible for it to be, but it is not possible [...]