Lunch Blogging
Still a pile under plastic, and I'm getting more than annoyed. I haven't been able to do serious work for a month. I've barely been able to cook. Almost worse, since I've retreated to the bedroom my drunk neighbor has gotten back in the habit of blasting his music way past the capacity of his speakers and of the wall dividing our living rooms.
In a comment below, Graywyvern compared langpo to abstract painting, saying (I think) that both move toward a systematic attempt close off reference beyond the work of art. Because our use of language is intrinsically referential (no matter what cat is or isn't on the putative mat), painters can be more successful at this, though it's an odd kind of success: when paintings really are just two-dimensional arrangements of colors, there's no reason one shouldn't pick them to complement the sofa. I'm rather glad it can't be done with poems.
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10:59:52 AM 
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