Friday, September 14, 2012

Three Evernote pieces


Lines chosen randomly from my clippings files on Evernote.  Only one of these lines comes from something I originally wrote, but like the rest, it has a rhythm that remained undiscovered until combined with these other lines.  No two lines come from the same article, and where lines appear to run on, this is just something that happened during the sorting process.  


Three Evernote pieces

1.       

a blur of toxic, squirming bullshit
a lengthy pizzicato section that's all at odds 
a once-prized jewel in the crown that’s been mangled
many unannotated games and a record of his playing

a writer's style is determined by one sentence
any hole you dig is the hole you'll have to climb out of
help the plot function and jazz it up a bit
recruit words like postillion or tardigrades to get an idea across

2.

take fortuitous resemblances among us to be actual likeness
thrash out problems and hunt for oversights 
we fail more than once in spite of experience or skill

the initial deluge of messages was evenly divided
lean forward and dunk a biscuit in them 
life can be sublime amid the charitable endeavours 

my attention deficit disorder medicates itself
no nation can succeed without at least one thriving urban anchor 

old-school publishing houses will almost certainly endure 
oblivious to the hype machine and the cycle of endless promo, 
seemingly pdfs are supposed to be indexed

3.

crucifixion seems like a losing strategy
it was plain, at whim: not to teach, not to criticize
isn’t quite ubiquitous yet but there are plenty of browsers

the ones lost are known in our church families
upon truth, and not in the quicksand of opinion
the painful demonstration of truth in the midst of untruth

those bald facts are five years of internecine warfare
the hammer of war drums beating in a jungle
prefiguring its devolution into bobby-socks

teach them about gravity without getting mean-spirited about it
the greatest result of this geographical proximity 
slumped earthward, believing his inheritance had gone up in acrid smoke a blur 
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