I’ve been working on a post about speaking gibberish in improv, but then I thought of a quote attributed to Mark Twain:

“I didn’t have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one instead.”

It may seem counterintuitive (because you’d think fewer words = less time), but it’s much easier to write long than to write short. At least, it is for me.

In other words, the gibberish piece is still too long. 

So, I thought I could try cheating. If a picture is worth a thousand words, at least it doesn’t seem like a thousand words. Maybe by posting some pictures, it’ll be easier for me to keep the number of (written) words down. This may not make sense. Nonetheless…

Heaven forbid I post pretty pictures. Instead, here are a set of pics I like because of the elements of decay or, perhaps I could say entropy.

Rotten apple

Broken glass by headstone

Cracked urn and dead leaves

Broken planter in graveyard

Dried plum and bird poo

Bird poo on sidewalk

(As always, click on an image to see a larger version of it.)

There, that should make this post [worth] roughly 6,200 words. I hope it didn’t feel like it.

What words do you think the photos are trying to say?

The natural progression from gibberish to bird poo
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4 thoughts on “The natural progression from gibberish to bird poo

  • 02-15-2012 at 7:44 pm
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    Is this a puzzle? If so, it’s too rich for my blood. Oh, poo.

    Birds eat cherries and then the circle of life takes its course? No, I did not just say that.

    Nice photos, though. I can’t help but wonder about mother. Why is her marker so small?

    Isn’t it weird that you post the word “poo” and I show up? Must be fate.

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    • 02-15-2012 at 7:59 pm
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      It wasn’t intended to be a puzzle. I guess that doesn’t necessarily mean it isn’t a puzzle, but if it is, it’s too rich for my blood too. I like the circle of life thing, though.

      I don’t know why “mother’s” marker is so small. I see a lot of weird things in cemeteries. That particular picture I took because of the broken liquor bottle and label left by some classy person who apparently also did not think much of “mother.”

      By the way, I specifically used the word “poo” to draw you here. Success!

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  • 03-09-2012 at 3:01 am
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    What the photos say to me is that you have one strange art collection and I do believe in what Twain was trying to say (but he used to few words to say it so it went over many people’s heads). I’m just trying to write a post about me longer posts, but I’m here instead, and I love writing excruciatingly long posts!

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    • 03-10-2012 at 1:42 pm
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      I do indeed have a strange art collection. (I’m tickled that you call the photos “art” by the way.)

      I have a lot of long writing on my computer, so apparently I love writing excruciatingly long posts too. But, I think it’s good practice for me to take a long piece and whittle it down. Partly that comes from reading that shorter posts are more likely to be read. But partly it’s because my first, long pieces are usually raw material that I find I can refine into something shorter — if I take the time.

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