Free Form Writing, Thanks to a Bit of Jazz and Wine (Warning: Makes little to no sense) (554 hits)
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Submitted by someone (View user info) at 2005-07-12 23:37:18 EDT
Synopsis: A fifteen minute free form exercise with a few glasses of wine and jazz. Warning, makes little sense. If you are like most people on this site, skip now and read some 'funny', 'insightful', trash. Thanks.
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Ahem.
The writing starts en un momento, as soon as the lights are out and the final gulp of wine is drank, then no more spell checking or sentence cohesion, just a free flowing word rambling nonsensical nothing in a dark room with the eyes closed and old San Fran jazz playin in the background.
I've heard this is how they did it, back in the 1950's. A time when America still meant something, besides of course the land of the doomed, and smoky bars jazz, of course sax, from sad negro's while white college kids rapped poetry with a zest for life that no matter how hard you look you couldn't find on a single college campus. That may very well not be true, but for now I'm giving up hope.
What happened to passion for intellectualism?? Instead, a sad college kids life is booze and women, which is great, super, groovy, but then in between times it's video games and television. Never mind the meaning of life....whatever that means these days. Never mind philosophical debates over coffee and wine and cigarettes, never mind road trips in hope of escape or euphoria or a divine revelation.
It truly is a sad, pathetic world we live in a zombified state. Oh yes.
Another gulp of wine, Chianti from Italy, left over from some dumb blonde at a party where I sat in utter disgust, my own party nonetheless, and thought I feigned enjoyment, I slept that morning in near tears, for my dying and pathetic race, nay, species, that I have the misfortune of being around and potentially breeding with...ugh.
Is it really me, I wonder. After all, nothing exists in the world besides the mind, and maybe after all it is me that lacks perception, a social outcast, maybe I should stop living in the past, and throw on a Abercrombie T-shirt, pump up the arms with air and slap girls' asses just for the sake of being a man.
Fuck that I say. But deep down beyond a moments hesitation it seems so good, full acceptation, acceptance, what is the point and the meaning and why are we all, ahh fuck it, throw back a beer in a red cup and tell your buddies that's the girl(s) im going home with tonight.
I've done it. Nothing is more sad then waking up with a terrible empty feeling in the chest knowing there has to more then empty sex, empty bottles, bowl packs and cocaine binges. Life is totally meaningless if there is no meaning.....that makes no sense, free form breeds some sort of literary stupidity I suppose. The mind feels free but lacks cohesion and proper debating, and obvious grammatical skills, and the fingers merely flow in conjunction with the brain, which for me is something like ..... qwertyuiop or wait.....asdfgjkl;.....ahh I don't know.
Instead, I hear a snare drum, an upright base laying down the rhythym, and a saxophone playing in short blasts in the background, increasing and letting back, making love to musical and not paying attention to anything for once.
I don't make sense you say... Well fuck it, because none of you make sense to me, all lost in some sort of rat race I've failed to comprehend, and when you all run around and scurry to and fro, I'm the type who gets trampled on like a ant while I pause and stop and laugh. Whoops.
The wine spills on the ground, yah, and the red stain spreads across the wooden floor and feels wet and sticky against my bare feet. In fact, the crimson wine looks more like blood, because the room is black and the texture really isn't that different when you think about it, my blood anyways, laced with years of sadness and liqour, so it oozes smelling like fremented grapes and mold and sweat. What??
Up pick and zoo ha, this is the part when the music moves up and down the bar like a crazy cocaine whore looking for another fix, but that sax is the sober member of the group, blowing low then high then low again, timing the music with the gentler breath blasts then holding then maintaining,,,,,,,,, give it up, then blowing back again for the sheer shake of making the body move in a sort of hypnotic trance...
whoa. The mind cannot take much more then is currently offered, free form is something that reales something that.....times up.
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Submitted by someone (user info) at 2005-07-13 20:18:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Sorry for not responding, was busy all day.
first, free form is different then stream-of-consciousness, which is why I have some sort of reflection I suppose. Again, I was just saying what came to mind as I was (trying) to keep in time with the music.
The reason for fixing the spelling and paragraphs was to make it readable, the original product was nothing like this.
The jazz was from an online jazz radion station, entitled KJAZZ, The Spirit of Jazz.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-07-13 07:54:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Deadbeat! *snigger*
Sorry, I've always wanted to say that. I liked the post.
As for the subject matter; we live in a world where love, tenderness and soft things are attainable. There is always a point to life. It starts in between your legs, runs through your heart and ends in your soul.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-07-13 02:27:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Totally_useless (user info) at 2005-07-12 23:41:37 (#)
Ranking: 1
If truly freeform, then why the paragraph separations?
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this was like freeform jazz.
Not stream of conscienceness, but freeform.
THere is a difference.
This was more like Miles riffing over a D dorian groove in "So What"
Submitted by Siren (user info) at 2005-07-13 02:23:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Interesting.
Submitted by Divinity (user info) at 2005-07-13 00:44:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You tried too hard at making something that is truly a stream of consciousness, going so far as to mention free form during it and pride yourself in the fact that you "weren't making sense." Regardless, I'm a nice fucking guy, so you get your rating.
Submitted by Wiggles (user info) at 2005-07-13 00:36:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Ehhhh....
Shandy's is better.
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2005-07-12 23:53:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Because I though it said, "Jizz."
Submitted by a_little_more_time (user info) at 2005-07-12 23:45:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
*snapsnapsnapsnap*
Dig it.
But what were you listening to?
Submitted by Totally_useless (user info) at 2005-07-12 23:41:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
If truly freeform, then why the paragraph separations?