Old Old Words

drops from an archaeological ocean — to be reworked

Month: January, 2011

Trippy… oh yeah!

 

The idea is…

“What do I want to do?”

 

rather than this continual whining about these things that I hate doing…

 

uggg…

 

the thing that I don’t do, but should, is

face this void…

 

face this question…

get to my desire…

formulate it…

 

and then go for it…

 

but, hem… probably this hasn’t got any meaning

I.e. … the “true” thing… can only appear

it cannot be there, when I want it to

it has to be like a desire, i.e. an embraced passivity.

(desiring cannot be chosen – try to force one’s desire: neurosis)

 

so, so, so…

that would be the idea…

 

I know a few things about this thing which is this opus, and me:

  • greatness/breath/scope
  • monumentality
  • ambition/fame
  • depth/complexity
  • sensuality/sexiness

 

am I not… cliché?

Most probably… I feel indeed to be… in so many respects…

without so much shame…

(or with less shame than I used to…)

 

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Always the same, yet, it seems, with sweet unexpectedness.

Tears can sound like Gaga and Kurtàg at the same time.