The shark
skin of my
KATANA
tells me Bob
wanted me For
my fingertips!
-- from the forthcoming
Oblio's Cap
These cards are tangible representations of attempts to define myself in relationship to the world, part of this strange and silly writing project, Oblio's Cap, which is even less explicable to me than ever, except as a set of very personal and personalized writing prompts. There are enough cards covering enough topics that I will always be able to shuffle through and use them as writing prompts. Hell, at one a day there are a good three years worth. And I think they will each bear revisiting as time goes on. I can imagine a time when I've exhausted them, written to each one too often, but that time is a long way off, and in the meantime they give a strange kind of continuity and structure to my journalling, a structure grounded in physical artifacts. I like that. I like that what I am working on has physical, tangible manifestation. I lack that kind of physical manifestation in so much of my world.
I was listening to KPFK Sunday morning, the speaker was saying people who torture are humanoids but not fully human yet. Crazy paradoxical, because dehumanization is arguably the first and most important step in creating the perceptual milieu required to get someone to torture. One does not torture another whom she perceives as "just like me," no, it requires an "us or them" mentality to get folks to torture. And I expect the folks at KPFK to know this and know better than to dehumanize anyone.
I expect too much.
I don't really know where I was going with that one. Nor am I sure where I was going with today's card. I know that when I was spending a lot of time with the katana I toyed with a fingertip grip, because the feeling of the rough shark skin on the fingertip was great. I suppose that felt a bit like the feeling of some of the fine sanding I used to do on guitars, the 400 and 600 wet/dry sanding. Who can say?
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