There may very well be a right and a wrong time to play with language, but I’m not sure I know which is which.
This weekend, Costa Rica elected its own right-wing president, following a depressing global trend we’ve all been watching play out on the world stage for years.
I don’t have anything meaningful to add to that discourse, and so instead I find myself flipping back through last year’s journal, looking for inspiration. I found some things…
There is meaning to be made from the absurd, from the stream-of-consciousness randomness our human brains can generate, but AI cannot (according to this extremely interesting essay — it’s long, but worth it!).
This linguistic ouroboros from 2024 or so is an example of the random-made-lyrical, wordplay for a cold day. At most, it is an exploration of the states of flow available to us when we step outside of ourselves and into sensation, ambient activity, or unfettered expression.
Really, though, it’s just something I wrote for fun. I hope you enjoy it. :)
Slipped my Skin
Slipped my skin slipped into some alternate dimension skin crop tops, graffiti skin elemental, beginning comfy to live in skin smooth untethered R&B rhythm foreign language playlist mind unclipped free to roam—tune out and in skin sex implied by liberated things like amaro on the rocks finger on lips blues in the blood and ruby red drinks flowers on the altar I pray to understand it wisdom in books falls short when I speak of my dreams skin birthday party all you can drink open bar open channel open dimension slip into it wine red blood finger on lips smooth rhythm skin unclipped elemental dark mind to drink sex untethered blues and things free, liberated slipped to live slipped my skin.
