I don’t often take to nicknames. Like I said, chose my name, prefer to stick by it, usually
Usually
That said and done with, ‘Vevay’ I’m in for. Not so far from my own name. Removed enough it’s pleasing, fresh.
Yours to give, aye, guess that means it’s mine to take. So I do.
[ … ]
At the risk of coming off minimizing, sounds like you’re in well over your head. Doesn’t need to be as deep as that, Vitaly. Or as [ … ] vast, like. Thinking on a grand scale’s a good way to lose yrself. Removes the world away as well
Look a little more immediate, yeah? History’s fucked one way and another; there’s no getting around it, and no getting a handle on it, neither. Destiny’s no better Myself, I’ve never been much a fan of fate, seeing as fate’d have me fucked from day one.
As well, history is vast, that’s given. The present’s less so. Not small, nah, but more manageable, a bit. Look around you, what’s to do? What’re you acting about it, and what’ll we do when time’s here for restitution?
Good word that. Restitution. That’s my meaning caught and cornered and you’re right about a good fist as well, sometimes it’s on yr own self to reap what heirarchies’ve sown
There’re more words like that to speak what I’m reaching at, probably. Better than i have or’ve heard, or likely the Reckoner’s said em but i’m fucked if I recall.
(Eh, right. The Reckoner = Sen. also Wilco, Pasta, Seneca the Longer, DIY, Johnny Rotten, so on and so forth. nixing Renfield, as he’s got a point on the Renault name not to be crossed. Point is, he’s given to philosophizing, as you may or you may not have witnessed.)
So that above (lit or philosophy or what?), comrades and struggle, new paths, pity and conditions. I’m thinking new paths aren’t made alone, that’s too much on one set of shoulders. Then also there’s distinctions between making and rerouting. Materials ain’t found new whole-cloth, figure the work’s in repurposing, or else getting down to the centre of what’s there all along, take away the detritus give what’s waiting room to breathe
Question starts to look like, What’ve you got or what’s it you see you want remade?
That’s one question, and for that other, what’s offered for the world at large. Fair question, right question for minding. Can’t say for certain on my own offer’s count. There’s more I could do; that’s the truth. There’s important acts I’ve failed on; there’re others have gone right. Don’t know how the balance looks. Don’t know if it’s the balance matters most
Got to think small things count for something. Count for a lot, viewing the aggregate. Get a lass’s car running no fuss, no mucking about. Fix a sink, never mind about the charge bc the man’s mum’s been on hospice. Give a shoulder to sob upon, sure. A drink for who’s thirsty, bite for who’s running empty. Skinned my knee when i was seven, eight maybe. A neighbour down the way, never knew her before nor much after, gave a hand, patched me up. That’s with me still, kept near when I’ve needed it.
Give someone a bolstering, or lend someone a reason. Doesn’t have to mean playin Atlas or skifting all the world, that’s what i’m saying. Effect and effects therefrom; ripples ever-outward, see it?
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Fucking rattling yr ear off with preaching. Last thing for now, then
You’re getting a name yet. Haven’t found it, letting this one take its time in gathering. Not thinking I want to rush it, and I hope I've got no cause to rush.
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I don’t often take to nicknames. Like I said, chose my name, prefer to stick by it, usually
Usually
That said and done with, ‘Vevay’ I’m in for. Not so far from my own name. Removed enough it’s pleasing, fresh.
Yours to give, aye, guess that means it’s mine to take. So I do.
[ … ]
At the risk of coming off minimizing, sounds like you’re in well over your head. Doesn’t need to be as deep as that, Vitaly. Or as [ … ] vast, like. Thinking on a grand scale’s a good way to lose yrself. Removes the world away as well
Look a little more immediate, yeah? History’s fucked one way and another; there’s no getting around it, and no getting a handle on it, neither. Destiny’s no better Myself, I’ve never been much a fan of fate, seeing as fate’d have me fucked from day one.
As well, history is vast, that’s given. The present’s less so. Not small, nah, but more manageable, a bit. Look around you, what’s to do? What’re you acting about it, and what’ll we do when time’s here for restitution?
Good word that. Restitution. That’s my meaning caught and cornered and you’re right about a good fist as well, sometimes it’s on yr own self to reap what heirarchies’ve sown
There’re more words like that to speak what I’m reaching at, probably. Better than i have or’ve heard, or likely the Reckoner’s said em but i’m fucked if I recall.
(Eh, right. The Reckoner = Sen. also Wilco, Pasta, Seneca the Longer, DIY, Johnny Rotten, so on and so forth. nixing Renfield, as he’s got a point on the Renault name not to be crossed. Point is, he’s given to philosophizing, as you may or you may not have witnessed.)
So that above (lit or philosophy or what?), comrades and struggle, new paths, pity and conditions. I’m thinking new paths aren’t made alone, that’s too much on one set of shoulders. Then also there’s distinctions between making and rerouting. Materials ain’t found new whole-cloth, figure the work’s in repurposing, or else getting down to the centre of what’s there all along, take away the detritus give what’s waiting room to breathe
Question starts to look like, What’ve you got or what’s it you see you want remade?
That’s one question, and for that other, what’s offered for the world at large. Fair question, right question for minding. Can’t say for certain on my own offer’s count. There’s more I could do; that’s the truth. There’s important acts I’ve failed on; there’re others have gone right. Don’t know how the balance looks. Don’t know if it’s the balance matters most
Got to think small things count for something. Count for a lot, viewing the aggregate. Get a lass’s car running no fuss, no mucking about. Fix a sink, never mind about the charge bc the man’s mum’s been on hospice. Give a shoulder to sob upon, sure. A drink for who’s thirsty, bite for who’s running empty. Skinned my knee when i was seven, eight maybe. A neighbour down the way, never knew her before nor much after, gave a hand, patched me up. That’s with me still, kept near when I’ve needed it.
Give someone a bolstering, or lend someone a reason. Doesn’t have to mean playin Atlas or skifting all the world, that’s what i’m saying. Effect and effects therefrom; ripples ever-outward, see it?
[ … ]
Fucking rattling yr ear off with preaching. Last thing for now, then
You’re getting a name yet. Haven’t found it, letting this one take its time in gathering. Not thinking I want to rush it, and I hope I've got no cause to rush.