Comments on: Another journey by night

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 20:13:53 +0000

Fiona & Peach — Tick.

Fellow Journeyer — Thank you and welcome. Oh, and by all means thank the gods whilst you’re at it.

By: Peach

Peach — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 16:51:22 +0000

tick

By: fellow journeyer

fellow journeyer — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 15:14:15 +0000

Ye gods, the talent!!!

By: fiona

fiona — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 11:54:16 +0000

Tick, tick and tick. Thank you, from my own unkempt mind.

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 05:19:20 +0000

Ben — I sympathise. I keep being told to stay up all night (not necessarily to read obscure anarchic poetry, more likely to write it), and I would be only too happy to oblige if my eyelids would only co-operate. So please have an extra strong coffee on me.

Angelelala — I mnntioned eyelids. There. Just there. Just above here. Did you see? But fear not, eyelids will undoubtedly return at some point. As they say — you can’t keep a good eyelid down.

By: Angelalala

Angelalala — Tue, 24 Jul 2007 00:35:20 +0000

I miss your eyelid days.

So there.

By: ben

ben — Mon, 23 Jul 2007 23:58:05 +0000

“The mind hates the body”

I have a sudden urge to have another cup of coffee and stay up all night, reading that book on obscure anarchic poetry I’ve kept putting off and tinkering with a prosaic adverb of my own here and there.

Oh, and also I’m going to steal this post and tell everyone I wrote it.

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Mon, 23 Jul 2007 19:25:43 +0000

Melograna — You’re absolutely right, of course. Unkempt minds are undoubtedly the best variety. It’s just that, sometimes — only sometimes — I find myself caught up in the commonly held belief that says otherwise, that says we should be of sound and ordered mind. Yes, I know. It’s rubbish.

By: Melograna

Melograna — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 23:26:06 +0000

“an unkempt mind.” — surely that’s the best sort? There’s something terrifyingly dull about the thought of a kempt one. Even a tidy mind should have its untended bits round the back.

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 13:45:37 +0000

Clarissa — And then they ask that question about what you did at the weekend, and you feel the social pressure to make up something interesting. Rather than the truth. I have been there and, indeed, bought the t-shirt.

Z — Followers of past hateful insomnia are most welcome. The rest of us will think of you when we’re still awake.

Katie — I only intend to be tagged when I’m dead. On my big toe, naturally.

By: Katie

Katie — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 13:42:29 +0000

Mr Witness,

Thank you. That was what I was hoping you would say. I hate tags, me.

By: Z

Sun, 22 Jul 2007 13:35:36 +0000

My mind loves the body, and though I don’t like to sleep at night, when it’s quiet and peaceful, I sleep like a baby when I do. Shit! I feel so left out! Does years of past hateful insomnia count?

By: clarissa

clarissa — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 11:59:59 +0000

And the next day the work colleagues think you have had a rip roaringly magnificant time due to the bags under your eyes; those who you do know in the flesh & blood don’t really know you at all.

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 09:09:04 +0000

Lucy — Welcome, and thanks.

Kermit — Harriet Potter. Mark my words, it’ll happen. What JK Rowling needs to do is give it all up and become a professional nihilist, I think.

By: kermit

kermit — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 06:25:59 +0000

harry potter is not dead. she’ll run out of money — having spent it on liquor and love — and have to write another dozen or so where it’ll be revealed that it was just all a dream he had while on an opium binge. all this, of course, to teach children that drugs are bad and sex will surely kill you — if not from literal heartbreak than from the ego assassination at having god get credit for your handiwork. the publishers will of course object, and it’ll be modified to be just like that “who shot JR” episode in the dallas television show of yore.
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interlude to the important news of the day:

the minds are not unkempt. the entropy is just a comforting mask for the searing meaninglessness of it all. what would sisyphus do if indeed his boulder were taken away? what would there be left to do, assuming of course that he knows how to do something else.

why yes, i am a professional nihilist.

By: Lucy

Lucy — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 04:57:26 +0000

I would swear we have never met, and yet.….…..

Thank you for sharing in your unique way. I’m looking forward to returning for your next piece.

Have a great day

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 03:46:47 +0000

Katie — Harry?! DEAD?! For that awful, dreadful news, I am simply not going to do your meme. So there.

By: Katie

Katie — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 01:55:05 +0000

I tagged you. I don't even do tags. Please do not indulge me. It's because I'm so traumatised by the death of Harry Potter. Oh, sorry, did I give that away? Rules are made to be broken.

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Sat, 21 Jul 2007 22:41:31 +0000

Ani — I would advise no one to take complete respite in only my words. But, well, if what I choose to write protects from sleep for even a little while, and helps to make the sleep that hopefully follows rather more peaceful, that is an honour.

By: Ani

Ani — Sat, 21 Jul 2007 21:54:50 +0000

I want to avoid sleep forever, taking respite only through your words.