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Pepper Makes Me Sneeze
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Posted by: laborat
Things you can consider while I go pour beer over my ribs:
People ask me, "What do you think about when you write that column stuff?" Well, mostly I worry about whether I have spelled every thing correctly I want to, and misspelled everything I want to, add punctuation and syntax and thats about it. Most of the topics come from a part of my brain I don't frequent much -- due to it being pretty crowded in there.
Schitzophrenia is really the only multiple that can be divisive. Do the math. An inner sense of theoretical physics where you make up the rules as you go. You almost have to not be there to appreciate it. So I don't go there.
Once upon a time in my beat poet days, I called it Jazz thinking. Taking an idea or a rhythmic clump of words and twisting them around till they said more than they were supposed to. Or even better, the words could mean one thing, or mean something else altogether, so you would have to think more than you usually do when you were processing the info. Pavlov did it best with a Bell, but Poets do the same thing with words. Poets use images instead of kibbles and bits to imbue the pathways in the brain.
Sometimes it takes a tuba duet version of chopsticks to get the real point across and that is what Jazz thinking does. So how does this relate to your wierd columns? Well, it doesn't really, it is a correllary, another way of saying the same thing, or in this case another way of not saying anything at all. Like Marcel Marceau doing his gig on the radio.
I never asked anybody to turn out this way. I was never ignored by the swans but I was treed by a goose. I did want to be a good writer, and maybe get a poem published or two. I did that. and lots more. After a while you can just let whatever comes into your head out into print and with some judicious editing, create something that may make sense in some obscure circumstance.
That's why I like online chat rooms. It's like playing a room in a club, and you best be ready with your best one liners, because the wit can be sharp and even brutal. I like that kind of situation, which is why I guess I hung out in OTS on BNet so long. Main reason I moved was that most of my humor was going over their heads, and no one likes to come up with a good one, and nobody gets it.
It happens to me a lot though, and thats the Labo Mind Thingy, a sort of curse, that lets me throw out tons of words but never actually say anything. I looked around for a place to fit in, and thought for a while that politics would be my game, but I couldn't do it with a straight face. I kept doubling over with laughter each time I promised the voters something big.
With Wargy's patience I became an online columnist which is almost as bad as politics. I have gotten into a lot of hot water for saying stuff that couldn't possibly be true and have it turn out to be some top secret stuff that has the FBI knocking on my door. Most of the stuff I write is just Jazz thinking. It always amazes me when topics I jam on, turn out to be more truth than fiction. I didn't start out to do that, it just came out the wrong way and was right. Go figure.
So next time you read a column and it starts to make sense, don't listen. If it doesn't make any sense, don't wonder why. It's always important when confronting a poet to keep your wits about you. You never know when words start forming pictures in your mind, and next thing you know it's morning.
I always have liked that spell that poets have of being able to lull people to sleep. I talk to myself a lot when I have insomnia. Seems to work since I wake up in the morning. If I had stayed awake, I wouldn't have had to wake up.
Since it's breakfast already, anyone know what you do when you knock over the PEPPER shaker? I know what to do with salt but Pepper makes me sneeze. I hate it when I know how to do one thing well and then the other comes along and I am at a loss. Salt and Pepper.And how come they call those containers Shakers? Some sort of Folk art created by those cultist furniture makers?
Well that's enough of that. I hope this clears things up on what I think about when I write my columns.
Posted by: tkron
I was driving down to Arkansas on Monday, and I noticed three things along the way.
1. There is a river named Mazon in Illinois.
2. There is a resturant named Mom's place off of interstae 44
3. They were advertising the heck about coming how everyone should come over and celebrate the 4th of July in an unknown town called O'Fallon.
Posted by: Ghalo113
Yeah, I once saw a sign for "Big Momma's Pancake Grill".
I was visiting my sister in South Carolina.
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