Showing posts with label hypergraphia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hypergraphia. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

Water

Queue water,
Introduction water,
Community water.
Water from the tap,
Tap water,
Water from the shower
Culture of water,
Time spent; time spent for water,
Time for water,
Tribes for water; water tribes,
Water transfer,
Water treatment,
Water pipe; piped water,
Water connection,
Transmit water; water transmission,
Water security,
Kenya water; Kenyan water,
Water pollution; polluted water,
Consumable water,
Water conflicts, conflicts of water,
Fetching water,
Irrigation, irrigate,
Well; water wells,
Rationed water; water ration,
Water charge, pay for water,
Water payments,
Water solutions; solutions to water,
Nomad water; travelling like water,
Following the rain,
Following the wetness;
Travelling water,
Certified water; water certificate,
Private water,
Managed water,
Government water,
Local water,
Provided water; water providers,
Conflict water, water conflict;
Water permits; permitted water,
Community water projects,
Failed water projects,
Failed water,
Benefits of water,
Water donors,
Waters fails,
Donors fail,
Oil like water,
Oil and water resource,
Water resource,
Female water,
Water for the girls,
Water by the girls,
Carried, collected, kept,
Harvested, owned?
Water for women,
Women’s water.
Dammed water; water dammed,
Dammed by the water,
Dam the water,
Dam water,
Coloured water,
Blue, green, black, brown,
Muddy, clear, murky, slimy,
Cold, hot, cool, warm,
Wet,
Wet water,
Dry water,
Live water,
Dead water,
Drowned.
Thirst quenching water,
Water for life,
Alive water,
Awake water,
Help water,
Rehydrating water,
WATER.
Laughing water; crying water,
Helping water; fun water,
Water, water, water
WATER.
Water to live; water for life,
WATER
Vegetable water; soup water,
Hot water,
Tea, coffee, and water,
Water economy,
Economy of water,
Money water
WATER.

by Dix

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

Mottled pebbles

There are lots of pebbles that crunch underfoot and make walking hard. The pebbles all seems dark brown, brown and round and crunchy underfoot. But with each step, with each crunch, with each examination the pebbles gain individuality.

There are white ones - some shiny white from the wet of the waves - glowing almost. Some have only white flecks or marbling or clear stripes. Sometimes the whiteness almost appears like a picture, like a face.

Then the black pebbles - very black; ebony black in the wetness. Large and uneven, small and neatly rounded by the waves. And yellow and many different shades of brown and redness that is sometimes ground down remains of house bricks.

Green shafts of rubbed bottle remain in places. Amber looks dull and worthless but reflects against the sun for those that know what they are looking for. Many colours, many shades.

The only bright unnatural colours come from man made items abandoned. Bright blue cleaning bottles and a solitary pink child's sandal; half a green metal spade and endless bear bottle labels. They pollute the natural beauty of the pebbles.

Occasionally a pebble is rescued from its beach side home but as it dries away from the sea it become dull and unspectacular like it can only shine in its wave side domain.

Friday, 17 June 2011

Habit

Habit
biscuits and tea
tea and biscuits.
Habitual
time to eat
lunch time
dinner time
breakfast time
chocolate time.

Chocolate make me happy
Chocolate makes me sad
Chocolate calms me down
Chocolate makes me sleep
Chocolate makes me.
Everyday brown stuff
oozing down my throat
sweet tasteless goo
that shows on TV
that shows on the
billboards and buses
everywhere.

Cheap and easy to buy
and eat,
secretly,
silently,
quickly,
quick food,
sweet food,
boost food,
calm food,
sticky food,
oozy food,
fast food,
fat food.
Girls food?

Childhood memories of secret binges,
two quids worth of chocolate from the Co-op,
stolen bars from work at the Post Office,
secretly eaten behind the counter in the semi-dark.

Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Hypergraphia

Hypergraphia - a compulsion to write.

An overwhelming urge to write but not a disorder. Hypergraphia is in the cerebral brain (the bit that controls the body movements, that controls hand movements amongst others).

It is driven by the limbic system.

A desire.

A need.

A compulsion.

A compulsion to find the works; to show emotions; to find inspiration.

It is NOT a disorder.

Hypergraphia finds the words to write; the words that pop into your head; that push into your brain.

It is in the frontal lobe. The frontal lobe where ideas and words cognise.

Hypergraphia is in the frontal lobe - behind the ears - a place where words are edited.

Hypergraphia is a Mania - a frontal lobe mania where words are created, written, spoken and created.

A need to write.

The writing is not always good. It is not always manic. It may not even make sense. It may be a symptom of the mania.

It may be a part of the high.

It may be a part of the low.

Many suffer -we are not alone.

Hypergraphia is not an illness.

Famous people had it. Van Gogh wrote and painted like an addiction.

Lewis Carroll's Wonderland came from behind his ears.

Hypergraphia - becoming obsessed with a manic disorder.

Hypergraphia - obsessed with an obsession to write.

Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Worry

Last night I was full of worry, worry, worry, worry. I have a pain and was worried about that - worried about what is being achieved, worried about what is not being achieved yadayadayaaaaa.

I lay awake wondering what terrible things the future holds and stiffening my body with anxiety and paini. I worry about my anger and my temper, I worry about my inability to cope with day to day - I worry, worry, worry.

Walking around the living room, physically shaking, unable to rest, unable to settle - trying to calm my mind into doing something else to take it all away. Trying.

Eventually a bath, trying. Returning, trying. And then lying in bed stiff with it all and hoping for some sleep if not a whole nights.

Worrying is a bitch - worrying about things you can do nothing about is useless and futile but doesn't mean you can stop it happening.

Tuesday, 4 January 2011

First Day


This is my first day of being optimistic - of being fortified by optimism.

I ignored the tax rises and the ever increasing price of fuel. I can't afford to buy anything apart from essentials and I will just have to use my bike more. Choosing a different lifestyle can be very positive.

I ignored my bad foot and the fact that I didn't get everything I wanted done today. I did get my payclaim and letter done, I took stuff back to Asda and did food shopping. I brought some very cheap but pretty matching underwear because it makes me feel sexy.

I tried not to worry about work - I am doing nights which is just me and nobody to bother with. I watched some TV and I will do some writing this evening (if only a little it will be some).

I am working hard at looking on the bright side,
I am thinking hard to be optimistic.
I am thinking hard.
2011 will be a good year.
I will be happy.
Yeah