thinkings was first posted on her blog 'for much deliberation' on January 5th, 2017, it was almost as a precursor to her philosophy blog which she begun in July of 2019. there were commingled thoughts of poetry and philosophy, resulting in brief presentations of things that to some (those who never read beyond the words) would make absolutely no sense.
the first entry was simply "thinking beyond my own interpretation...", the words won't meant to conjure any specific feeling or any particular imagination, they just related an element of random thought. but consider imagining things beyond one's interpretation, the idea is an odd one, if a thing is beyond one's interpretation it should be left to only those who are familiar with such realms. but the thinking continued... usually it was just one line of thought, sometimes it crossed a border or the occasional boundary and ended up as a stream of almost disconnected words. she was thinking far beyond both interpretation and imagination. she was allowing herself to be consumed by sound and silence and time, thus in reflections she would say, "early morning sounds stimulating my brain... i feel possessed, haunted by something that keeps me awake, that makes me think unusual things. it's 4:30 a.m., i cannot sleep." (January 2017)
and the mental atmosphere continued to simmer then boil, with thoughts becoming unexpected concoctions. "in the company of books and paper and ink, not talking much any more, media has become a mundane thing, now i'm addicted to things like pens and notebooks, and i can't stop dreaming about writing, i can't stop thinking about writing, what will my next thought be, what will the next word be, what ideas will encompass my next verse." (January 2017)
and words as thoughts continued drifting from the realms of idea, to concoction, to a blog post to provoke minds, advancing from a few words in 2017 to a seemingly overwhelmed mind in September of 2023, when a cluttered conscious could say, "renewing these thoughts, this mind, this flesh, tainted." then life and time and thinking would continue to spin, around and around, in its own circle, in its own sphere, in silence, and with difference...
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©️ mvclarke, for much deliberation, May 2026
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