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
