Wednesday, March 25, 2009

One for the Hopper

Words as empty vessels make turn styles for deceit.

6 comments:

  1. I say the word peace,
    insignificant of itself,
    unassuming,
    just peace.

    Where do we get if peace is not peace?
    What goes through the turn style of that word?

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  2. Hi Jon,

    Thanks for stopping by. I've appreciated your ongoing commitment to creative writing and reflection on your blogs.

    I think the turn style of words as empty vessels mixes up a bouillabaisse in the psychodynamic soup kitchen. Boil. Simmer. Serve. Or not.

    "Where do we get?"
    I get pea(s)(ce) soup in the bouillabaisse.

    What do you get?

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  3. I like the word play... it always tends to lead to something more than an original intentionality...perhaps words have motility ...like bodies...

    where do I get...
    I get out and see what ten other people might say peace is ... or maybe just one... and I am always surprised how complicated things get then...

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  4. Thanks for pondering by, Harlequin. Shared understanding can be a complicating and surprising adventure at the best of times. (Do you know what I mean?

    Prodigal food for thought:

    An original intentionality leaves home to find a peace meal bouillabaise. Perhaps it too started as a soup in a pot with no name.

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  5. been thinking a bit more about simmering soup... perhaps words are not empty vessels... perhaps they are brimming with possibility???

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  6. I think there is a whole lot of possibility when words are not being baked into the everyday-maché -- simmering, brimming, boiling over into a surplus of meaning as lived. However, it takes some critical work to get beyond the already-chewed.

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