This isn't good, but I'll post it anyway...

Reading and trying to make sense of Alfred North Whitehead's Process and Reality in conjunction with James's writings on Pychology, and a few other demons at the trough. Writing assignment... from last week, seemed more appropriate with this week's material. Write a poem with a kind of formalism sonically or otherwise, see. Marianne Moore's formalism if you need examples, or Gertrude Stein's sonic scapes. Or write a poem with a sfuficient amount of missing words, as in creating or stiffling language in lieu of silence... So I kind of did both, playfully, and maybe even a little fecetiously.

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What is a complex and multi factional action of process proceeds from forthwith following abstraction to external models acting upon the real relies on mirrors making up more complications than can be enumerated exactly or in sufficient error to erode the passing potential palpable to people or entities which aren’t the same thing as eternal gestures genomically gestalting oy gevalting gevalia coffee coronary how apropos to propose poly-amoury to analyze the fit don’t fit front with what it meant to fit falls first the shoe and gravity is genuine indisputable incongruous to grammar which holds that the I’s are dotted and the T’s are seeing solely similar to seen is scene and being seen so you see it follows suit to say that here you sit at a café proper on the promenade de reality averse to verse lyrically expressed purposes valuate volumes of matter made prehension a probable phenomenon fallaciously feel like frowning for now lets settle on its being constituted by becoming in principle processed preambles this aside or on the side of long strides when you start you sure get going going going going going gone.

a complex process with abstraction to external models upon the real complications exactly to erode potential or entities which as eternal gestures coronary to propose the front falls genuine to grammar which solely similar to scene and seen so you see here you sit on reality lyrically expressed made fallaciously like frowning by becoming preambles of long strides you sure get gone.