a little game
AGHAB
GABHA
BAGHA
BAHGA
HAGBA
HABGA
AHGAB
HABHAG
At least one of these arrangements of letters is the name of a sacred event in the religious life of a minority population. Chances are your ability to identify that name says something about who you are.
My point with this little game is that there are many conceptions and uses of text, from scat to scripture. Nothing at all prevents us, through simple reordering, from making nonsense out of the most beautiful sentiments ever expressed in words.
a question
What prevents us from authoring the most beautiful sentiments ever expressed in words?
( Consider the act of holding something sacred. )
“To know how to free oneself is nothing; the arduous thing is to know what to do with one’s freedom.”
The words of Nobel Laureate Andre Gide from The Immoralist, with my edits.
I took this picture the moment the power went out and stopped this clock. Now it is not a time keeper but a place holder. I use it here to take a moment to point out that though I’m going to continue blogging I’m going to be concentrating more on putting up permanent pages of my work. The links to the pages will be listed across the top of this page. My first addition is a short story called, THE SPLINTER.
Here is a sculpture I did as part of the design for the cover of a book about writing and revision, aptly named, BRINGING THE DEVIL TO HIS KNEES. The publisher ultimately went with someone else. Likely I was being a little too literal. I made the sculpture as a armature on which to place a piece of writing showing evidence of the struggle of revision. I never got it quite as I saw it in my head, but here’s one of my attempts:
