Thought Chronicles #1

Well, here's the first thought chronicle project, assembled from my voice recordings from 2018-2019.

Lyrics:

My micro-task manager orders me around arbitrarily 

Sterile minded and primitive emotionally

Putting attention on the outside, ignoring the core being

Let’s start with you, you act human normally

But the green skin and the scales won’t fool me

You invent some rules, and tell me how it’s gonna be

Making my whole life just a bipedal set of feet

Slumping into the same monotonous routine,

I’m so hot headed I gotta roll the window down

Let my shadow escape and slither around

Ignoring problems doesn’t make em go away

Friday night, egos come out to play

And the traffic is always perfectly in the way

Don’t worry it’s just a life or death thing

Thought Chronicles

 So, I have approx 1000-1100 files of voice recordings, which I have recorded at various times over the past 5 years or so. These come from my recording microphone I wore as a necklace, and others are recorded on my phone. The recordings vary widely, some are just a couple seconds, a quarter piece of a thought. Others are 7 minute long recordings of my own theories, feelings, or even what you might call self therapy sessions. 

They were recorded mostly in everyday situations, such as driving at work, on the treadmill, or grocery shopping. Others I recorded while driving for road trips, or camping in the desert in my personal time. Other recordings stem from an inspiring thought that came to me when I’m trying to fall asleep, taking a shower, stuck in traffic, and many other inconvenient and unlikely times.

The sheer mountain of recordings I have accrued has been overwhelming me as of late, knowing that so many have not seen the light of day, and are just sitting as files on my computer and phone. Also, I am running out of storage space on my devices, which gives me further motivation. So, I am writing various poems using bits and pieces of these recordings, and deleting many others that I can’t find a home for. 

As a stream of consciousness project, I am choosing files at random, and typing out what I said in each recording, then deleting the recording. I may rearrange them a little bit, add a couple words, but mostly I’m just writing out what I say in the voice recordings verbatim, and seeing what happens.

 

Decided to call them “Thought Chronicles”,  to differentiate them from other work. Posting the first one here shortly.

Swipe Culture

In the flesh interaction is becoming obsolete 

But the phone is eager, always ready to feed 

And put some artificial sweetener on reality 

Curating the experiences and the selfies 

Various identities all morph to one entity

An individual’s voice starts to lose potency 

The light bulb over our heads is flickering 

In a sterile culture wallowing in shared pity, 

Intimacy is bought and sold like a commodity 

Pick a card, any major credit card, type it in 

Otherwise they may never see your application