I DUCK, COVER
An April 16, 2010 meteor cascaded (flashed, suspended and swooped actually) crashing as I recollect, near Sparta, Wisconsin.
Though newsworthy and documented, there's surprisingly odd archive of the event and what appears to be varied record, along with nearly two million multifarious reports.
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I DIGITAL
At least as it occurs within my drowsy 'search' capacities. I also googled 'Steve Howe Fragile', and the preemptive 'thought' pattern of the search engine instantaneously hits 'Steve Jobs Frail'.
I'm saying all this as there is evidence of a synchronous 'full circle' tidiness to such digital 'story' sharing (fictional or not) and who, what, where, when and 'why' a writer 'relates' what he does.
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I Seek
As an example, if one triggers or searches apophenia it doesn't spell check, and spck substitutes apoplectic which potentially (at a proof readers glance) could be 'seen' as apocalyptic. Now, of course, one never knows what the reader 'thinks' of when he 'reads' or what the 'source code' of the dialogue.
The disambiguation of the language and the systemic institutionalization-commercialization of the 'arts' tends to erode the propensity for critical thinking.
Hence the entertainment value of one big perpetual beer commercial. You know what's been said about heaven.
As this is apparently a a 'war theme' weekend (in keeping with the Ritalin rattled macro-societal theme 'perpetual war').
Open up those Pearly Gates!
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I Exasperation
This is another reason that I contemplate 'rough draft' action novellas on a roll of aluminum foil...more permanence than obscure transient 'sand paintings' (here today gone tomorrow) and the foil writings of Hart can be crumpled in a ball as Christmas ornaments.
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I LITERATE
Soldiers of the Non Sequitur think of J.D. Salinger and Frank Zappa when encountering human vomit yet steaming in snow.
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go on now, have a good day
(banana peel is a good shoe polish substitute)
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I LISTEN
David Foster Wallace: Remarks on Kafka
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I PAY ATTENTION
The Witness by Jorge Luis Borges
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I Lose Track
Salvador Dali on "What's My Line?" - YouTube
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I Eyesight
Poppi Iceland.
nooneelse writes of the stillness the way you do
Poppi Iceland.
Once Joanna-Christina and I pay off the bus,
we're going to slide over some serious GLD to:
Pearl, Bloom, Russert, Rooney Scholarship Fund
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I Teat in The Mouth (
The latest Ben N Jerry's: Almond Milk Yogurt!
not responsible for implied locomotive breath
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I Scream
i hear you
youve got me flying upside down
mine hands aint gotten this numb since i passed up the S. King collection. i mean these were pristine volumes. On the level
of Denise's performance off Cape Hatteras!! whats next??
black on white sex????????????????????? I bet you can shampoo
& floss at the same time. white and black checkers;
(dark)
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I Been Everywhere Man
even alone in Wyoming when some young men dressed like hippies drove up alongside me on that evenings two lane highway (no it was in North Dakota) and the kid put a bandana, a blue one, over his mouth like a cowboy (used for dustiness) and.
leaning outside of the pickup he fired a gun at me. i swerved right and killed the headlights braking hard. Far off he removed the mask and I could see him laughing. two riders had approached in the rearview mirror of the station wagon -------->so alone I was<-------so don't ever sneak up at me smiling with that moldy stuff of fiction/poetry/literature that will blow off the top of your head !
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Comments
Search engine optimization tactics preclude organic or perhaps promote dissemination of knowledge via key words search. I put my goggles on to navigate Google and found myself swimming in a strange sea ...
Let's hear an up close and personal account : Through the screen door I saw the meteor cascade then heard the big crash ... Ur, wait, if no one is around, which might have been the case, can one hear a meteor crash?
Such an idea and image filled post.
rated with love
I was on Open Salon that night, reading my entire blog.
There are several hundred thousand Internet visuals under Wisconsin Comet. Police dash cams, cell phones Doppler Radars etc. Conjecture has it that disintegration minimized the impact. Meteorite particulate are highly coveted. Such debris are sought for intrinsic and scientific value. I saw someone estimate initial size as, "Large enough to to bang out another Great Lake...." and a goat herdsman in Linden Station, WI said that the fireball, "Swooped right on down thatawayinna eye blink--biggerin' Rhode Island."
Dee Dee and I were just laying out some winter clothes listening to Bill Haley and the Comets. We've some Jerry Lee Lewis's Great Balls of Fire queued for after dark ...
Salvador is a leading man... thanks for that clip.
and your thoughts and essays which lead me to think and search.
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