williammiles

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Name williammiles
About Me This biographical info was pried from my cold dead hands. I was born in the nineties, through no choice of my own. I graduated and activated and have the need to write scattershot poems of spiky tenderness, things to mean, spaces and relationshiops to reconvene in these pages that feel like an ant farm of one's own. Indeed, I write plentifully if with little discipline. But never submit! No capitulation! No surrender! Onward to victory. Who knows what will come about from these unsummed frays. Hopefully imperative developments, escaping my Hamlet-esque state of indecisive neurotic Denmark? Of course. This is where I can espouse my theoretical fascinations right? I care about the the jouissance of the original, the small emotional metaphysics of decision and perception, an atheist's dream of god's rogue bipedal brain cells and their declaration if not of faith then of dementia. We are the actuators, like the rocket-ship dreamers who turned out not to be fantasists, and their phschotherapists had to reclassify their obsession, and I am proud of my interminable skepticism, frustration, self-questioning, as all you could hope for in a responsible adult. Systems for people, not the other way around! But today I wonder what will be forgiven, what will be recognised, what will be decried, what will be liberated in this marathonesque challenge, what great messages will be sent to the strangers that are so many (if any) of our readers, creating some welcome sympathy beyond the observable. And what will bounce off like a basketball off the hull of an oil tanker. And there's plenty of concepts and material complaints to assail, assuage and arse about. Just keep digging. I am wearing flip flops, which is unusual for me. And doing this in a pair with mudlark. Wishing all of you well.
Website http://playingpolymath.wordpress.com