“Trumpian stream of consciousness” is an oxymoron

Real Subtle Small smiles today;

nothing stops the music

of

the flinge-flail season,

when it is enchanting.

When you are attractive,

Hairstyle is the world:

please nurture a common love.

The terrible happening during sleep is not a green political strategy.

Built my philosophical era – erroneous incrustation crustacean convergence.

My Satya-aha before you, know now it-

think omnivorous blue.

War yellow stone colour clamors

&

clings to yogibogeyboxist steps .

A stone can love access –

or it is what keels before the aetheric action

internal to hypothetical assumptions .

Public cloud?

Aesthetic sunglasses?

There is more of this –

a delicate caustic deciduous decision dilemma.

Sometimes I express my words of war and sun.

This must be a waste weary worry wandering

~ And in the world conjoined by a fallen plethora of explanatory peloothered abstractions .

Society of the soauning glibsters –

taking blisterbob snapshots of what is presupposed

or

ante-stated.

When this externality (of actuality ) is thus developed into a circle –

icicle hernias,

flounder on flower petals

in the quivering sun’s light.

Language attains on its own,

particular majestic manner

of

a high

intellectual development –

counterpontaneous discord,

dinner in the moonlight boughs.

One night, it is so strange

– Balloons,

then pernicious pumpernickel .

You are an orange.

What is a reference to ?

Solar medicine.

    

Acknowledgement:

“Proof that participation in the air is going well”.

Who followed Luge opening ?

 

Juice mould –

jab a dewdrop full of dreams.

Do the Scribbledehobble data drum tailors see the quantity of used sour-dough-finagletropean impediment for participation?

 

 

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Asemic Calendar Notes

While doing some background research on asemic writing & art, I found a glitch text generator and other related glitch information. ( unfortunately I found some of this after my son went back to London after his holiday visit, so I am trying figure out what some of the other applications are supposed to do). Played a bit with the generator and incorporated in this series of asemic compositions. The attempt is very prominent in first image.

 

 

Asemic writing falls between visual art and contextual text. We can look at asemic writing as an art form that uses the codes and conventions of calligraphy/typography. In this case, both meaning and emotional impact is derived from the form, colours, and textures(art medium used), rather than information communicated through the text. Because the text does not act as a direct medium of conveying a message, it is asemic, without meaning.

 

Contextual text refers to disrupting the linkage between words, phrases and graphics/symbols. By mixing random letters, words, phrases, and graphics meaning breaks down. Multiple fonts, writing modes, languages, and systems of symbols may be combined. Modifying space and direction will further disrupt conventional interpretation. Layering of text and mixing textures and colours will increase the disruption. In this way, the audience is forced to rely on personal context and associations to build an emotional & intellectual response out of an asemic assemblage .

 

Some Useful Resources

 

While stumbling about the internet, I also found some other poetry and word-play text-generators at Language is a Virus.  I also found a page from Revolvy that brings together many related topics concerning Asemic writing

 

 

Asemic Charts: Word Maps & Cartography of Letters

Asemic Charts map out words between the lines of a cartography of letters that fall into implied spaces of meaning – walking down pathways that mark the neurological echoes of language, standing at the corners of memory, just trying to make a point, as the checkered Mumbles drive by, carrying their indecipherable messages – fares past due .

 

Cayes of straight lines turn, as waves of scribbles crash & break up against the ignorant reefs and the continents of magnitude, shifting discourse between the public & private, pebbles tumbling and snap-chatting in the brine of sentiment – ships full, carrying vague memories, voyage out to the edge of knowledge and fall off into uncharted symbols of inarticulate notes & post-its = 3[ a shopping list of to-dos trapped in a crowded aisle of fridge door reminders & text messages twittering off; towards a horizon, a steady stream of verbiage winding down the spout of proclamations, declarations, and demanding questions twittering in the wind of popular culture’s current of trends].

 

False facts fly by clouds of alternative truths, casting shadows upon oft aged newspapers and messed missed memos of certitude – fingers follow the lines and curves of letter cartography, punching out the meaning of messages, while linking in the glaring light of day at three in the morning – or half past the International Dateline, as diplomacy dips and heaves in choppy seas – manoeuvring past melting relationship icebergs that grind out responses most apt. How the butterflies and albatrosses rise on feathered colloquial cognition & wing their way to new latitudes & longitudes of interpretations, translations, and adaptations into new forms of expressions, accents, dialects & idiolects . Mores and Memes twirl in the breezes of topical isles, leaving no moan unturned in the whining whinges of platitudes and vagrancies of fellowship broken by wordless ineptitude – the flowers and exotic fruit of friendly eyes & soft calming voices dance on the bright sand of a beckoning paradise.

Linguistic certainty seeks Mass Media proficiency midst the shoals of transparency – undisclosed eventualities line up in the Blocked Capillaries carrying spam messages and unsolicited calls tangling the lines of communication in a fretful scurrying of requests, demands, surveys, and surprising offers – One Time Only, Big Prizes & Win a trip to day-glow entry points of power and home security from the vicissitudes of human frailty that moves on infirm limbs towards an uncertain certainty of ending. How like a rose petal the fragrant smell of limited success is written in the margins of monthly endeavours – wasting time in the shadows of verbiage, chewing on sentences, falling over phrases of collaged ideas = too(L) mu(L)ch the Power of Beliefs & Ideologies that is a Pavement covered in the chalk colours of the our Soaring Hopes & Dreams, and cracked by our Feverish Fears & Insecurities. Whispers fill the cracks with innuendo & gossiping tongues – graffiti proclaims the margins will bleed into the main clauses of conviction with garish colours and spiralling scripts to inspire archetypal plays and loud mimes that chant out phonemes & morphemes of yet to be discovered languages that rise on the melodies of trees & galaxies.