absent presence (10/July/18)

oh no!… my mobile phone’s been cut-off… I shall have to resort to old-school, smoke signals, drumming, town criers, two tin cans tied together with an inordinately long piece of string… it’s interesting I even got a text from them, aka the mobile phone provider, aka, incompetence-central, saying they were unable to contact me to discuss it, well what do they expect, they’re the ones who locked it… oh dear, oh dear, the manifold joys and ease with which the modern world makes one’s life so simple and convenient freeing up flagons of free time for me to do all these other things with I couldn’t do before… like battle with phone companies and baffle my way out of one technological glitch after another…… I happen to know of a very, very, very high bridge from which I can envisage my phone taking a flying bungee jump… without the bungee…… it’s like the time I was on the phone, landline of course, to my internet provider to work out why my broadband was down and they told me to check online…. doh!…… oh how quickly technology overrides initiative becoming the default setting, but I suppose it’s always happened, this urge to constantly distance ourselves from the actual thing we want to do, to remove the tactile, the kinaesthetic, the experiential…. remote-controlled tractors, combine harvesters, drones, instead of being out there in the field with shire horses actually handling, touching, smelling… preferring absence to presence… there’s a Led Zeppelin album called ‘Presence’ which curiously has absence as a focus, the absence of an object that’s there but isn’t…… a bit like wifi I suppose, there but isn’t…… the internet, absence in presence… mobile phone signals, seemingly mostly absent than present…… mind you I suppose that’s what the dead are, absent presence, except with them you don’t need a vague/ unintelligible/ bloody-minded/ half-hearted/ condescending/ hopelessly unqualified (delete as appropriate, all or none at all) ‘customer service’ (and I use the term advisedly) numpty knowing less than you on the other end of a phone for whom you’ve waited what felt like forty days and forty nights to get through too while being subjected to all-too often ill-advised and questionable music choices… on repeat!… I ask you…… actually, what was I saying?…. doesn’t matter now, anyway, phones working again following a plethora of bizarre, out of sync, nonsensical text messages which I am to duly ignore, which is bizarre as if I am to ignore them then why send them?…… yet more puzzling puzzles to puzzle…… today I will be mostly… drinking coffee from a trough…… … …

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float/fade/dissipate (19/April/18)

conversation’s overrated… people talk too much… some never seem to stop… their mouths moving in time attempting to translate some inner monologue into something intelligible to an outside world whether that outside world wants to hear it or not…… much verbalising blah-blah-blah but so little said… like the difference between hearing and listening, you may have heard something but did you actually listen…… so much nothing evaporates within seconds of leaving the lips escaping at the speed of breath as though spurning the orator with a “must get away, must get away”… streams of niceties, background noise, the etiquette of strangers, the acquiescence of acquaintance, the predictability of friends…… being still like children with a new toy, trying to learn what to do with it while it defies us as intangibly as the air upon which it floats, fades and dissipates… and so often makes such a din before it does finally surrenders to space, such potential for richness all too often reduced to poverty and frequently leaving a bad taste in the mouth…… non-verbal communication gets smothered that endless inane chatter, the sound of their own voices droning on and on and on and on andonanaonandonandonandonandonand… see… it might turn into a mantra falling into a single note forging a visceral connection with the earths harmonic, the very note it too is humming at that very moment bringing gravity to its knees and aligning every molecule of air opening a huge pit of boredom into which we are all sucked once and for all and forever, amen…… that’d stop someone talking that’s for sure……… we all know someone who does it and it’s usually the one with the most grating or monotonous voice, like combing your ears with a porcupine or drowning in instant custard, one packed with e-values and preservatives and sugar-substitutes, sugar and salt and other type-2 diabetes time-bombs…… often what’s being said doesn’t need to be and frequently repeated as though their brain has run out of things to verbalise but for reasons unfathomable they feel compelled to keep rabbiting on regardless worried that if they stop talking they’ll no longer exist…. although quiet often  the listener might wish they didn’t… one could call it dullardry, the art of continuously talking to the point that no one not even yourself is listening and yet the mouth keeps going on andonanaonandonandonandonandonand……

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propounding the putative (21/Jan/18)

there’s a conundrum, one of many I’m sure as that is the way of conundrums, short for a company of nuns drumming perhaps… but it isn’t, wouldn’t it be good if it was… I’ve seen nuns singing, dancing but never drumming… but this of course has taken me off course so I’ll tack right back right away…

there’s a conundrum…

I’m holding a piece of string, it’s almost taut but not quite but taut enough to not be touching the ground, suspended if you will, and at the other end… well, therein lies a conundrum, what is at the other end?.. someone else holding it?… is it attached to something?…. is that something moving, and if it is, is it moving away or towards?…… is the string the conundrum, or is the conundrum me, or is the conundrum at the other end of the string?… or is it the situation in itself?… is the conundrum that I’m asking myself  whether or not this is a conundrum?…

or is it a dilemma?… are there only two choices here, and if so choices of what specifically?… or is it a trilemma… or even a multilemma?…. a lemma-filled situation perhaps and if so what preliminary proposition have I taken for granted in the first place?… though the tag phrase “in the first place” was surplus to requirements as I’d already made the point saying “preliminary”, but I’ll let that one slide… for now…

I have no idea how long this piece of string is and if I should let go or not… is this the conundrum, whether to let go or not?… or the dilemma, being hold it or drop it?……

or is it a mystery which it may very well be… meanwhile, fourth cup of tea later… but in a way I hope not being a mystery is actually by its true nature something never to be told or disclosed, a never-known… and do I want to never know what’s at the other end of the piece of string?… or like I already considered, do I want know unequivocally? … a tricky word to say and type at the same time, it always goes wrong…

or is it an enigma, or is part of this scenario enigmatic?… is the string itself an enigma and, or, what’s at the other end?…

an epistemological dialectic swaddled in an enigma boxed in a conundrum baked in a mystery and seasoned with dilemma… and still there’s this piece of string of which I’m holding one end… how can I even be sure there is another end, maybe there is more than one end, could a single piece of string do that, become two maybe three maybe more and still being a single piece of string?… or am I just propounding putative postulations………?

© 2018 robert greig