A World of Writers
Here's a secret. Every word has meaning. Every word has feeling. When the effort to explain is partly forgotten, the feelings of the words frequently get loose. They become entities in and of themselves. They string up on their own. As a result, the idea is communicated and the words are free to frolic. Prose and poetry blend like foot in soft shoe. Outside connection comes almost by happenstance.
Illustration: Claudia Maurner
posted by jm at 4:00 AM
14 Comments:
Agreed! Everyone and their blog is humming with activity now, after a fallow period.
The Merc retro's got 'em aroused, joe.
Would you believe this? I heard Rudy Giuliani's voice for the first time last night. If that poor man gets elected I'm afraid I'm going to have to live in a padded cell. Without a computer. What is the world coming to?
It seems like everytime
anyone opens its mouth I have to run for cover. When voices come to cyberspace I'm outta here.
Voices reveal everything. I have always been astonished at the absence of embarrassment. And the way they get into one's head even without media in the house. I'm beginning to wonder about this sinister plot against mankind. Jeeessisss!
Kennedy drove me to madness. Carter was unbearable. Gerald Ford was momentary relief. But William Clinton took the cake. He completely shredded my nerves and almost made me lose my teeth. His wife sounds like a zombie and that flat lifeless tone would make you all very unhappy, if fate decided to strike another cruel blow, I guarantee it. What's a gal to do?
Where is the land of the living? I'll even take a Greyhound bus!
I was inspired by Saturn's entry into Virgo to clean up my old abandoned Blog and flesh out a new one with the scrapings. I have a hunch this Mercury rx will bring unheard voices out of subconscious and into the mainstream.
Ha ha ha!! Nathan!!!!
I have a hunch this Mercury rx will bring unheard voices out of subconscious and into the mainstream.
I do declare. I feel that certain thing rising fron the depths that you mention occasionally.
This candy-ass coverup had finally gotten to me. And how will I blow? It remains to be seen. Self control, man.
It's the high & mighty fake spiritual shit, mine included. The whole world's. When you count it up and get it figured out, let me know.
Another goodie coming with the Mercury retro in Scorpio, backed up into Libra, forward again into Scorpio ... relationship obsession. Already here.
Nathan's blog looks good!
Yes it does.
Oh JM, this is the tidbit I tried to turn under in the heap of my mind. It just wouldn't digest, so I think it only needed a name and a voice:
Paul Klee meets Egon Schiele while crossing the street in Antwerp, circa 1910
Repression and ignorance
turn fear into the demon of intolerance
while innocence bows before
the justice-blind fascist hand,
raised to strike any that dare stand.
Yet she stands again with hand on hip
Glaring at the one who dared
Cross her path.
As soon as they turn to leave
She makes a face and throws a raspberry.
Truth wants to be free.
Maybe our blogs are part of the game plan.
Yes, most definately.
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