I can’t tell you where a poem comes from, what it is, or what it is for: nor can any other man. The reason I can’t tell you is that the purpose of a poem is to go past telling, to be recognised by burning.
What is it about handwriting? I loved seeing yours as I went through the composition notebooks. What else can you say about handwriting besides good or bad? Some time ago Louis Armstrong wrote about something he remembered and as he remembered it he moved his hand and the pen left a record of this movement. These are the words you read above. Was this worth doing? Was this good or bad?
I am very much looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.
P.S. to the Corpus Callosum: Please bring your crayons.
P.P.S. to the Frontal Lobe: We will miss you very much and be so happy to see you when you return to us.
Draw some random points on a piece of paper and join them up to make a random polygon. Find all the midpoints and connecting them up to give a new shape, and repeat. The resulting shape will get smaller and smaller, and will tend towards an ellipse! [code] [more] [bigger version]
Dear Unthinkable Mind Class,
This looks like a picture of how a cohesive idea slowly makes itself present. It reminds me of how memories prompted by any random word will always generate a story once we focus on them.