Where the Post-Moderns Live

2024.07.13

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Here we are again face to face a couple of silver spoons....

Nah, old TV theme songs, what a way to start the day.

Onto the next.

I'm looking over a four-leaf clover that I overlooked before...

Nah, old folk tunes... not those either.

Someday we'll be together... Love songs... closer.

Johnny Cash this morning. That's done with.

Onto putting words down, getting it done as it were.

What to say? When the words are yesterday stuff?

Well, we shout, state, simplify and embrace what yesterday was.

We take the past as a building block, and we build.

Perhaps the bucket is still dirty from yesterday's dirt.

Perhaps it's shiny and clean because you cleaned up after yourself.

Either way, get it ready to go and you go.

We're off to see the Wizard... again!

Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man, that he didn't, didn't, already have.

True enough.

Kind of a spoiler, though.

Onto the next.

The times are a changin'.

The more things change the more they change.

That's a rewrite.

Haven't had a day of writing like this in a while.

Seems nonsense until years later you look at it and, "Oh, that was impossibly pertinent."

How's this pertinent?

I’ll tell you years later.

I do use the power of music.

I do listen to the songs, focus on the lyrics.

Refrain from barring my lines.

I won’t rest until you do.

This is the song that doesn't end...

The never sleep tweet tweet beat beat, back street, front and center song of ....

Where's my mind today?

Off in Stream of Conscious Land where the post-moderns live.

Never know what you're going to get from mister and misses postmodern, except that you don't know what you're going to get.

Can you be surprised by someone that only, always, surprises you?

The surprise would be in the not surprising.

If that makes any sense.

And as this morning's freewrite most definitely isn't about making sense, we've come to the end.

As the point is to bring the whole idea from one unconnected thought to another and connect them.

Which, if you read my stuff years later, you’ll see I always do.

And as I've sung my way this far, just humming a tune I'll stop.

Full stop.

Make your body rock and on and on and on.

One for my baby and one more for the road.

Good night, ladies.

S.J. Wynn
+he Ghos+