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SYRFox · 04.04.2009, 05:54 AM

I had already posted it in the "I want to get beaten" thread, but here is a text I wrote a few weeks ago

City Chronicles #1

I was on a car, alone
They were back
I am reading something about deafening darkness, which is interesting, so I try and remember the page
Fourteen
Will I remember it forever just because I thought about it ? Will it disappear ? Will it vanish?
[stop pointing the blinking strobes at me]
The car goes on, so do thoughts:
A disordered flow or flood of ideas crossing my mind at every second
"Short stories now!"
"Is this the point where city ends?"
"City landscapes melting"
I would like to have my notebook but I'm trapped in the streets
"What has it to do with 'black&white' pictures?"
"Is this really... ?"
Two young people, probably like ten or so, are walking on the grass, getting to some rust ancient industrial shapes in the distance, which reminds me there was someone walking right below my window - though on the opposite sidewalk - earlier today, around 11am possibly.
"Black, grey, blue"
"The head one's the closest", I remember subconsciously.
The train does not stop.
The camera does not fall.
The window does not close.
"Why should they be amiable?"
Is this the point where city ends?

Is this the point where city ends?
Rust iron melting with grass,
Grey fog melting with the blue skies
Everything fading into one sheer thing.

Should I stop? How am I supposed to know? It turns out I can't look above.
In my ears, I reckognize those chimes from years ago, a dissonant symphony, a few notes that might have eventually lead to a widely spread masterpiece in the past future
I like the point where the atmosphere of the piece fades out; I try to understand what people that used to be in the room could think at the time.
Is this the place where city ends?

Now half an hour later, I'm listening to a recording from the early eighties; no one knows who it comes from, no name is linked to it; it lasts for two minutes and fifty seven seconds only.
Exchanging immaterial flux, abstract electronic signals about abstracter mental signals, I think back to the bluish stain that was visible in the fading sky yesterday, around 19 o'clock. Was it the sight of a distant beam? A reflection of light at sunset?
Will it vanish?

(oh and by the way, I don't mean to shameless promote myself, but you can hear the musical version of this text there: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?f...ogId=477124739)

04.04.2009, 05:54 AM	#5
SYRFox invito al cielo Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Paris Posts: 7,492	I had already posted it in the "I want to get beaten" thread, but here is a text I wrote a few weeks ago City Chronicles #1 I was on a car, alone They were back I am reading something about deafening darkness, which is interesting, so I try and remember the page Fourteen Will I remember it forever just because I thought about it ? Will it disappear ? Will it vanish? [stop pointing the blinking strobes at me] The car goes on, so do thoughts: A disordered flow or flood of ideas crossing my mind at every second "Short stories now!" "Is this the point where city ends?" "City landscapes melting" I would like to have my notebook but I'm trapped in the streets "What has it to do with 'black&white' pictures?" "Is this really... ?" Two young people, probably like ten or so, are walking on the grass, getting to some rust ancient industrial shapes in the distance, which reminds me there was someone walking right below my window - though on the opposite sidewalk - earlier today, around 11am possibly. "Black, grey, blue" "The head one's the closest", I remember subconsciously. The train does not stop. The camera does not fall. The window does not close. "Why should they be amiable?" Is this the point where city ends? Is this the point where city ends? Rust iron melting with grass, Grey fog melting with the blue skies Everything fading into one sheer thing. Should I stop? How am I supposed to know? It turns out I can't look above. In my ears, I reckognize those chimes from years ago, a dissonant symphony, a few notes that might have eventually lead to a widely spread masterpiece in the past future I like the point where the atmosphere of the piece fades out; I try to understand what people that used to be in the room could think at the time. Is this the place where city ends? Now half an hour later, I'm listening to a recording from the early eighties; no one knows who it comes from, no name is linked to it; it lasts for two minutes and fifty seven seconds only. Exchanging immaterial flux, abstract electronic signals about abstracter mental signals, I think back to the bluish stain that was visible in the fading sky yesterday, around 19 o'clock. Was it the sight of a distant beam? A reflection of light at sunset? Will it vanish? (oh and by the way, I don't mean to shameless promote myself, but you can hear the musical version of this text there: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?f...ogId=477124739)
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