Slurp, Gulp and Start on Sounds Chris Lorensson

In this first episode, I describe the design of the book, and then read the back cover and Introduction.
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There are so many shades of red
 on one projection slide.
 Given enough butter and fat,
 a chocolate cake can slide...
 along the length and width of a room
 on any given intensity-
 on each red ray that is projected-
 on every colour, in fact- it can.
A high-speed, clicking, monotonous tone
 will show you how this cake can move!
With every snap of plastic forms
 a beam will push on our beloved
 across any length and width of space,
 back and forth- seeming redundant.
 After each "PATT!!" is distinct
 we'll use controls to feed our mouths-
 we'll push and tap to feel content-
 then chew and gulp and start on sounds.
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When I look into the darkness I see an overflow.


I see pain upon pain laying the foundations for love.
 I see paint on bricks that wall up that love.
 I recognise that love is not subjective, it's offensive enough.


I know this Japanese tile the village painted red.
 I know it only comes in blue.
 I understand why they did it overnight – painting their rooftops red.


          I feel the sorrow that won't stop releasing, slowly recommending
           ways we should be at ease.
 


of life in tragedy that fits some sick organisation.
 of life that can't seem to fit things together; I live here, too.
 of ways that we will not understand


I don't know what to do:


There's a stream just across that meadow that has a Blue Japanese bridge spanning over it, looking a million years old – but you want it in your lounge.  Visiting seems uncouth at the time, but offense can be put aside.  Standing on top, it starts to slide back and forth, the planks will slide under your feet.  Reality is rapidly waning like a crane swooping closer and closer toward the largest minnow in Lake Toluca.  The minnow doesn't know – just like you.




When I look into the darkness I see an overflow.


The pain covers up any way we could ever divulge
 the pain... roping 'round a wooden bench.
 The pain is subjective, it is not love.  It's offensive enough.


Your swiss love wraps around the rope, around the bench;
 coating the whole thing in cheese oil and making it holy.
 The pain is subjective to Holiness.


          Around the rope, around the bench, around the coating
           of the cheese.  Holiness.



in cursing things that need cursing.
 in throwing things that need throwing.
 in screaming out "recognition to the profane!"


Here's what we'll do:


Start to run.  Don't worry about catching up – the planks turn red, but don't stop.  Don't worry about progression.  Swoop down as if you were the crane.  Reach the ground and pluck up each plank as they turn red:  Red, swoop, one.  Red, swoop, two.  Red, swoop, three.  You're also the biggest minnow in Lake Toluca.




When I look into the darkness I see an overflow.


Painful things stir up our emotions.
 Painful times are a lot like starry nights –
 in that the pain can be overwhelming.


I want a black permanent marker to scratch it out;
 describing the scratching as it scratches.
 I want the marker to become me and then run out of ink


          ink wells up inside me, staining all I know.
           It starts to kindle some new chance for hope.
 


With playing games that come from your heart.
 With diff'rent ways to play those games.
 With finding friends that love your games.


What happened:


You can't be two things at once - so the planks picked up and arranged themselves in ways that are beyond your understanding.  You can't swoop underwater and you can't pickup a plank if you're a minnow.  The bridge is gone, but you're still standing there - pretending to be a crane and a minnow.  Red, swoop, four.  Red, swoop, five.  Red, s
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In this special episode, I do a deeper dive into the metaphors, feelings and prose in the previous episode's poem: When I Look into the Darkness I See an Overflow
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Cough - cough - walk candied staple caves
to practice active-ness in ways
up on sandied bubble-wrap
popping the top of a bottled solution:
I'll make the day go by incase
        we find a reason why!


        You step up to the plate
        for the first time in years,
        it seems impersonal,
        You've justified your ways
        since you were eight years old.
        Yeah – we're very handy..
        in ways we'll never know.


There's no discovery while bitterness is in –
we wait for trends to pass
        while fads start to set in.
They say fads never last
but I've seen them stand fast
        year-end through year-begin.
While we're popping the top of a bottled solution
        our minds are fast at work:
                1) that 2% is working hard
                2) that past is hard at work!
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I can play word games, they're all just mind games.  Once a year.
 Where I was raised we put our words where our tiles are.
We could communicate by our tiles, layout being context
 and turns being yours or mine.
Orientation would say what I really mean
 while your choice of diction's what's in your eyes.


        I won't miss you all year [ E1 N2 V4 I1 O2 U4 S3 ] total= 17 pts.
        But I meant to call [ Z10 Y8 G3 O2 T1 E1 ] total= 25 pts.
        Play like we don’t know [ L2 I1 K3 E1 N2 ] total= 9 pts.
        How much we know [ C2 O2 L2 T1 ] total= 7 pts.


There’s a lot to be said
 And ‘we all want to know’ –
 and to hang out
So we just play word games.  Once a year, we play word games.
 We’ll spell out our souls worst fears, and talk about God.


        I am in such a rut [ L2 O2 V4 E1 L2 I1 N2 E1 S3 S3 ] total= 21 pts.
        Will you pray for me? [ G3 R2 A1 F3 F3 I1 T1 I1 ] total= 15 pts.
        I forgive you [ L2 A1 Y8 E1 R2 E1 D2 ] total= 17 pts.
        Thanks [ C2 O2 N2 T1 R2 O2 L2 ] total= 13 pts.
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