MORNING PAGES AND KEYWORDS

Morning pages are supposed to be private. I have to explain what’s morning pages if this is going to be the blog the first blog the one that hooks the reader and have the algorithm busy I got to get the keywords that sells. I here circling around the issue of jumping into the mush pit like if there is someone reading, like if I couldn’t see that the space is empty. Empty space. I’m jumping into emptiness. I’m forcing myself to mix the stream of consciousness morning pages. Ok keyword, the artist way-Julia Cameron. You just write like if no one is reading, not even you. But that’s not gonna happen because at some point I have to read it at least to see how horrible it is or not so horrible, Not AI. But it is not easy to stand as if naked, think nobody is watching, not knowing that in effect somebody is watching. Well, that’s why I’m trying, I wish I could give something wholesome, genuine, full of blemishes and even tripe, but truly mine. Toward the crowd. Into the crowd. Viaje Hacia La Muchedumbre. Pedro Mir lips and mine on a New City Poet’s Open Mic night. Those are good keywords, don’t you think? I see myself as in a Matrix movie, walking into the multitude, merging, disappearing into everybody, unrecognized by myself, anonymous. This thing of getting onto the internet, blogging, having a website. Needing a website. Wanting a website. Is the Order of Things, El Orden del Discurso, all over again, and I can see why Foucault – I shouldn’t use French names, what if I alienate some of my audience? Well don’t mind me, forget the French, his name was Michel. That’s easier, and I like his writing, that’s why he comes to mind now because I’m wishing at this moment I didn’t have to jump, I wish I didn’t have to start, to begin. I wish I was already in the middle of my own speech, and somebody was reading me now just because it was reading me yesterday or last month. Years going around this idea, trying to get out of the shell for so long. Years of thinking about how to do it. I got used to it. I took care of that image like a precious Barby doll, kept in the original box, and now it’s like somebody else is coming out. I’m looking at the doll in the box as if it were not me, and yet, it was I. And it will not be anymore. I’m driving AI crazy with this grammatical jambalaya, broken English gumbo. That’s why it’s called Stream of Consciousness. J. Cameron says to write the morning pages like that. First thing in the morning. These days everything is so polished. Yes, I’m gonna correct the spelling and some punctuation for any gracious reader that happened to catch me on the Mush Pit. Going down, diving into the Crowd. But AI is not happy with my prose, and I like that. Let’s break the ice just like that. Ok. This is my first blog. If you are here now. And I will be part of your journey. You already are part of mine.