arite, zip it! - 10 zipped it good so..... [27 May 2003|01:25am] [ mood | nostalgiadvocate's devilish ] [ music | pages made of days of open hand... ] Both Danielle and Sara have recently commented on the fact that I haven't written so much as a cave hieroglyphic in over a month. Now the time has come to speak. I was not able.... And water through a rusted pipe could make the sense that I do. Gurgle and mutter hiss and stutter moan, the words like water rush foam and choke Having waited this long of a winter I fear I only croak and sigh... every once in a while I find some desperate wisp of something that I foolishly believe (and often prematurely classify) to be the true next step in my own personal Something/Anything?....(for those of you who have the misfortune not to be Rundgrenheads, this can be translated as the publicly-perceived masterpiece that reveals itself in time to be a stone around the artist's creative neck.....)....and then of course, these false starts reveal themselves to be the teasing frauds they are and, well... end result: this journal has more than a few unfinished stories in it. I had a kind of moment a little while ago, though. but rather than try to parlay it into something, I thought it worth noting for its one glaring difference to related occurences of recent months. I have acknowledged that I am not feeling teribly inspired/creatve etc etc what have you...but I cant say ive really FELT it, you know....that's whats different, and im choosing to see that as a good sign. once upon a time, there was lightning in my sky. I am/have always been irratio-phobically afraid of real lightning, by the way--chew on THAT, all you symbolists out there. I remember the lightning. its not something one really forgets. it has been a very long time, however, since ive MISSED it. this has to be a good thing...right? Right? Somewhere deep within Hear the creak that lets the tale begin...

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