mostly i find language
consists of trying
to say things
in another language.

of course i always noticed birds. but since my birder found me suddenly i see birds everywhere, as though the sky continues us.

    signs are cryptic and lovely beyond meaning in investigations of the ordinary.

           for my sadhappy love. we find we share the same world.

the resistance to language naturally becomes the language of resistance.

when we think of the world's future we always mean the destination. and there was the rest of that thought, left at home, like left-overs for a dog that's not there. i'll call the dog ludwig.

as i suffer a context disorder my suffering becomes my context. disorder becomes my world.


here's the full rest.


when we think of the world's future we always mean the destination it will reach if it keeps going in the direction we can see it going in now; it does not occur to us that its path is not in a straight line but a curve, constantly changing direction.

thank you ludwig wittgenstein. 

 

the world of the happy is quite another than that of the unhappy. ludwig wittgenstein, writing in another dark time. i've been both, and now, like r., i'm happysad. which is not a bad way to be in this world.