6/8_p4

reverb to Burroughs and what I just wrote — thoughts a couple of days ago about a part of the book expanding to become an entire book — lines out of context — the “I” and the “he” —

what he says —
what I read

I feel like doing nothing so I read and write — (the interzone between sleep and work) — so do reading and writing equate with nothingness

can art completely disembody itself — a contradiction in terms

yet somehow it seems something that should be strived for
(in The Mind’s I concept of machines purely mental world — disembodied (although the hardware still has to be there (self contradiction))
perhaps every consciousness seeks to contradict its own terms — or is it only at some other level

obtrusion —

(visions of my dying father overlooking his yard — what goes through the mind —
my father in a coma (swollen hands (repetitions) —
like some art work (Picasso))
what goes on in the fading mind?

fade out into
the end of the road
dead end
dead deaths
the end

endings

a book of endings
parenthetical movement of thought — dead end spirals