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Tom Beckett


NOTES TO SELF

Admonition Don’t go online to see if you exist. Be what you are but be unsettled by that. Could you please just listen? I mean really listen to yourself. Description isn’t neutral. Everything is too much. Fiction’s the tissue of desire, the issue of _____ and _____. Ghosts are who you are. History becomes you. Images (poetic and otherwise) decompose, composting into palimpsests. Just the facts? As if. Kill what’s dead in you. Listen leave what you can’t countenance but don’t be a stranger. Measure twice but cut relentlessly. No -body here but us chickens. Ok it’s not about, but around, adjacent. Perimeters parameters, projections, pain, pleasure, perception, phosphenes. Question more than you think you can. Are we ever going to coincide? Stop and think about it. You’re never going to See what you are. Things aren’t what they seem or maybe they are. Appearances suck really hard. You aren’t alone. Vastness subsumes sentences, swallowing thought. Double you is who we are. Exchange values through erotic feedback loops. Why not? Zero doing here without you.
Tom Beckett lives and writes in Kent, Ohio.
 
 
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