Punctuation

Punctuation. A mystery, commas occasional, it’s the period. The Beckett solution. A short statement of truth. Nothing more or less. Clarity increasing for some. Others find obscurity. Essentially an exercise. Beckett’s gone, the aping goes on never well. Never good whatever reviewed.

It is not simple. Economy never is, I am not economical, a problem. Yes no. Lacking discipline, understanding little. Where does a comma belong, if it does not, will one not know where the period does? Or not. What will? If

Difficult when written on the move messy pothole jumble decipher not clarity. Less.

When meaning known. Problem? only for others. Concerned when meaning unmeant ~ but. Wonder why and how? If known, me, how unknown you? Senseless. I think.

(joke)

Some say he, Mr. B., too hard. Hard man, loving man, sere face photos can’t tell truth. Fotos tell lies, eye of beholder photographer eyes. Beholden to Leica?

Reading, mind’s eye hold words listen each syllable rings mind’s ear no tinnitus. The hard words each a place. Rings sings if you have ears to hear eyes see mind bleeds in beauty.

Each phrase no longer unique repetition unavoided.

There’s the root. A cause patch on wound. Each childhood moment seeps through. The blot dark or blackened. How deep the wound. Depends on where. A forest deep or rocky shore. Sea breezed scoured. The smell of re-dried kelp. There’s waves of memory. Relentless and unreliable. Problem that.

Read(now) read(before) what remembered? Experience inside as though? Distinct words phrases how each adds to meaning. If there is meaning. If

Does Rosencrantz and Guildenstern or Waiting for… have meaning if one is just to be? That may be all it is. To be to wait. Helps to not wait for something. That’s the something that’s not there.

A number. You sit, wait. There’s no number. None before. After you won’t know. Number’s up. The number doesn’t mean. There are other numbers. Will be. Might hear about them doesn’t help. The wait is the same. Always the same.

Periods follow thoughts. Not thinking. Periods of unthinking. Thoughts parenthesis commas said. There is a poet says them all. Comic.

Some laugh at the noose. Rope and thought frayed. Periods tie the ends, whipping. Neatly like lies make sense.

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