last night, while my sweetie played a video game with the sound turned all the way down, i read the first 6 pages of 'of the refrain' by deleuze and guattari aloud to him, to myself. and i went back and forth looking up words and we both laughed at how totally illiterate this writing made us both feel. our vocabularies have been increased by words that we will never ever use in a normal conversation. hahahaha! but the idea, the metaphor, of the refrain is burning inside my head now. a refrain... an art practice. the recurrent ideas and images. repetition. and i looked up "refrain" and saw that, in music, it has an archaic synonym: a "burden". all these words with double meanings... i love them. and the rain kept coming down. the rain keeps coming down. it is a wet world and i found a sound to fit the mood.
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