samedi, mars 26, 2005


This is too daunting to tackle--everyone is doing it. I can't get my head around it.
I don't have a stream of conciousness.
I don't have a witty anecdote.
I don't have a desire to connect or to alleviate suffering by sharing.
Or a penchant for observation. Or insight.

None of it. An element of blank.

I have pretension (where there should be humility). And judgement (where there might have been forgiveness). Sleep deprivation (which is a much better rush than simple fatigue).

And years of wanting to tell it all slantways--that have culminated in a fond wish to not.

I really do think I'll just start posting my poetry from high school.

1 commentaire:

dmo a dit...

You so crazy!