-Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy –
Tag: mood
Surround
recent posts and discussions with brilliant co-bloggers (e.g. multi-sense realism, Anacephalaeosis, unwanted advice, tocksin and others) have reminded me how woven, interactive and co-constructed we are with our environment… which sounds something like this (the awareness and attention and presence of it) to me:
Cycling
for Friday Fictioneers – 19 July 2013
Cycling
Round and round and round it goes. You get used to the cycles. Daily, monthly, every 3 weeks, whatever, humans are good with patterns. And adapting. In fact, if it happens regularly enough over enough years, you’ll cease noticing changes, lose track of effects, especially on others. You begin to think of it all as yourself. The way of things. Shouldn’t we all be used to it by now? The sun, the seasons; the menstruals, the hours, the moods. But sometimes they don’t seem to go anywhere. Hi-jacked, hung-up. Wheels refusing to turn, or spinning around in one place.
N Filbert 2013
Mood Construction
because I have been wanting to share the subtlety and nuance of Elena Tonra & band “Daughter,” and after a day on repeat words became…
mobius, ever,
turning ribbon gyre
.
under foot, a soaker hose
immersing.
a sprinkler fountain
saturates
.
entrailing
an emanation –
tangled collisions –
of stars. of light.
.
and here, supine
undone
amiss
absorbed
in aimless ache
.
while there, ever,
slight twist in the band,
an error,
a mark-miss,
.
and bypass.
N Filbert 2013
Polysemic Stupor 