The Surrealist movement of the early 20th Century developed a technique of writing that became known as 'automatic' or 'stream of consciousness' writing. The author writes with no structure or plan or preconceived ideas, noting the words simply as they come flowing into his head. The purpose of this style was to access a mental plane that was beyond the rational, and so unburden the mind and let it express itself freely. In my immensely fatigued state, rather than write a detailed blog last night I decided, having studied Surrealism at some length, to give automatic writing a go myself. So, here’s the end product for your viewing pleasure (with some family-friendly editing, I’ll admit!)
I feel I know I should start by saying what I mean to say which is that I don’t know where or why or how I mean to go on to go on in the muck the mess the dirt the grime as Sam said it is hard to know where to start I mean to stop I mean who knows what I mean in the end is it worth it what does it mean
I write to say what I feel can I say what I feel can I mean what I say it is hard a quoi bon sert-il to get ones thoughts in order is hard when one doesn’t know what to think what to say what to feel when one lacks that with which to speak
despair it is easy to despair look at the world see fear will see pain will see bitterness injustice ignorance a world absurd Gott ist tott as Friedrich said a world absurd no place no meaning nothing only a life absurd
why not end now end all now as Albert asked we can’t end all we must go on as Sam said we must go on we can’t go on we go on no progress no on only striving meaningless striving no future or is there yes perhaps is there perhaps something a future in all of this?
To where do we go on? to what we must find an answer here not there we must find an answer to change today not cast our gaze to tomorrow to the transcendental this is tantamount to nihilism. Meaning in death perhaps perhaps not but meaning in life is certain here we can now we can mean
There can be value yes value in doing in acting now in striving even against absurdity even if we are doomed value yes in that. From where value how value in joining with fellow man value in change value as Luther said even if I knew tomorrow the world would go to pieces I would still plant my apple tree
Hope in that at least hope inaction is despair to give in is despair pourquoi pas se suicider? To act is to hope we must create we must choose choose to live to act to hope.
It is hard to know where to go what to think what to do why am I here what purpose is there a purpose how do I live live for others live for myself not mutually exclusive but interdependent as Jean-Paul said we are responsible alone but responsible together in the mess in the muck of existence to choose to act to create to build. Build a world inclusive a world in which we unite cultures unite and share to forget differences to forget and come together in a world which can be better en me choisissant je choisis l’homme.
Change is hope and hope is change we must live to have hope we must hope to have change and we must change so that we can live to hope.
In the dark it is easy to live for me and live for mine but what is the purpose the point it is pointless to live for oneself therein lies despair live not for me live for we we are born alone we may die alone perhaps but it is together that we live even in the dark the mess the muck it is together that we can mean
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