Recently as I was filing my chaotic pile of notes that clog my writing desk I came across three napkins with sporadic red sharpie on it. I remembered that last summer I was at a huge party to see a friend’s band. In a fit of something I have yet been able to describe with words I wrote down this stream of consciousness on the materials available to me, which as I said were a sharpie and napkins. I read the gibberish on them and decided that they offer a good look into what is going on in my head, constantly, all the time, every day. Even at a super fun raging party filled with stuff I like.
What is the point of all this,
What am I doing here?
What is the point of these kinds of gatherings,
Is there even one?
Perhaps that’s the point.
The goal.
The goal is to have no goal, no aim.
Just release.
Freedom.
Sigh,
Why am I so deep in my own head?
Why can’t it just shut off
And just be tonight?
Probably the weed?
Who care, it
Doesn’t matter.
I am enjoying this.
I am enjoying streaming the
River that is my thought
My consciousness
Onto these sheets of scrap.
Who cares, do what you love,
Fuck the rest.
“Freedom.”
Now there is a word that is bastardized by the right.
That is what reactionaries do.
They just take words.
Words,
Words that matter, words that are important,
Words WE need.
and they bastardize them.
This is what went on in my head at a fun party, full of drinks and weed and good friends, yet this is what was rushing through my mind. Maybe it was just the effects of being so goddamn crossfaded that night, but I don’t think it was, because even without liquor or weed in my system this is what is constantly ringing in my intuition’s ear. This is what my mind is doing all day, every day, without stopping.
James J Jackson 