Boat Things


Ideas/Concepts, Music, Words in Motion / Thursday, March 27th, 2014

There is a lot of space in the mind. What is space? What if the mind is just space and we just fill it with junk? I’m looking around every corner now, taking slow steps. I am intent on not disturbing myself. Not tripping over a wire or knocking over a glass of water. I don’t want to worry about anything else cluttering my mind. This amoebic mass of sense.

Images, roll across my eyes. I take nothing in. I only know, vaguely, and much later, that I saw the door, perhaps my bed. A bed. What makes it mine? This flushing out of thoughts is too tasking. My nerves jangle and fight against this forced position of openness. Why am I doing this again?

Why don’t I just forget it and roll with the good old preconceptions, constant second-guessing and re-affirmations? Oh, right. Because I got bored. I got choked and stagnant. What if I don’t empty my mind but just get new thoughts. New ways of thinking. Get rid of the old flow.

Now I. can do whatever. I want to do. To do. If I begin to speak. Like. This. Switching up the stops and rhythm. Will I feel better? Refreshed? I believe I already do.

Do. Do, do. The do of the event or the do of the dog’s leavings? See, I made myself giggle. Anything that makes you giggle for free is precious, isn’t it. So I’ve gotta say, this has been a nice ride. Let me pause for thought. Hold my hand as I breathe in and out 8 times, slowly.

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The number 8 has never felt so BIG. My head is lighter. I feel more relaxed. I am different.

Do you hear that? It’s a chirping, twitching sound. I cannot understand what they are trying to tell me. Are you a bird in distress or a horn in a dress? Pray tell, why all these confused signals, turning my brian like a merry-go-round? Shall I dance along? What if I fall, and get too dizzy. Oh, my, the spinning is wonderfully nothing and everything at once. I could go on all day. Don’t let me fall. I’m trusting you on this merry ride. Abandon, here I am!

Really?

I feel another breathing pause is in order. All together now…

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Was that the door? Should l answer it or continue on our merry, free way? I don’t want to answer it. They just want to bring me down. Down to earth. Down to their level. Down to 5-year plans, budgets and isms. Well here’s a plan for you. I’m not playing your game anymore. Done. Finished. Take your heavy burden. Your one-sided prosperity scheme, all your schemes, fetters and all such nonsense. My 5-year plan is going to be avoiding you every second of the day. Goodbye! Gone sailing. Gone fishing. Gone, going! Make of it what you will, Mr and Ms whatever you call yourselves.

Where’s my oar? Where’s my compass? Oh, who needs that! Where’s my hat and shades! The future is indeed bright. Hear me say it again- The future’s bright!

‘What?’

THE FUTURE IS BRIGHT!!!

Ahhh.  Better.

Much better.

You cannot imagine how good it feels to rest here, languid in the sun. Not a care in the world. The satin ripples coo against my dangling fingers as we float by and by and by. This is what it means to be a lady of leisure . . .

 

[An exercise in free-writing to music.

Title/Piece: Boat Comforts/ Boat Conference/The Real Shim Lady (MJF July 2013)

By:  Shatners Bassoon

Access at:  http://soundcloud.com/shatnersbassoon-1/boat-comforts-boat-conference ]

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