I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas. My fingers are Santa's little helpers. My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments. I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn. Sisyphus, sweating uphill. Bukowski, scribbling away in rooming houses. A river always flowing. I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
1/27/11
1/26/11
Die Antwoord...
You know what sucks about writing whilst one of your Pandora Radio stations plays in the background?
You start to pound the keys and sometimes a song comes up that totally sucks ass.
So, you can either continue to pound away to shrilling Harpies or...
You start to pound the keys and sometimes a song comes up that totally sucks ass.
So, you can either continue to pound away to shrilling Harpies or...
1/19/11
I don't know how to explain pkd/lights in corners/static/ghosts/etc/blargh/justaskme/Quartz Lane
http://www.scribd.com/doc/3230/Robert-Crumb-The-Religious-Experience-of-Philip-K-Dick
This is too big of a project for my mind to mine and to fathom...
I don't know if I can continue to put the puzzle fragments together...
It does involve characters in a movie that I dreamed for hours while I slept
replaying, rewinding, nostalgia, danger and bad elements that...god, I sound like a psycho...
I keep on remembering things and they piece together with other things that I've experienced and with things that Ive written before.
It really involves Philip K. Dick - which is FUCKED UP. Because....some of his biggest, craziest moments changed his life and affected stories that he wrote AND I lived down the street from where he used to live when I experienced a BIG thing in my life AND....I am so screwed...I don't know if I can write this - so far, so good, though....
Two nights of writing in a row. I'm excited for the dreams that I have tonight BUT scared, also..
What I'm going to write after I get off of this...I NEEDED TO TAKE A BREATHER....will put me in a crazier, creative state...
This is the weirdest thing that I've ever written....
and it ties into my life and the dreams that I had last night and PKD's experiences?
okay bye....writng....nnnnnnNOW
This is too big of a project for my mind to mine and to fathom...
I don't know if I can continue to put the puzzle fragments together...
It does involve characters in a movie that I dreamed for hours while I slept
replaying, rewinding, nostalgia, danger and bad elements that...god, I sound like a psycho...
I keep on remembering things and they piece together with other things that I've experienced and with things that Ive written before.
It really involves Philip K. Dick - which is FUCKED UP. Because....some of his biggest, craziest moments changed his life and affected stories that he wrote AND I lived down the street from where he used to live when I experienced a BIG thing in my life AND....I am so screwed...I don't know if I can write this - so far, so good, though....
Two nights of writing in a row. I'm excited for the dreams that I have tonight BUT scared, also..
What I'm going to write after I get off of this...I NEEDED TO TAKE A BREATHER....will put me in a crazier, creative state...
This is the weirdest thing that I've ever written....
and it ties into my life and the dreams that I had last night and PKD's experiences?
okay bye....writng....nnnnnnNOW
1/12/11
oink
I need to start writing regardless of how late it is.
It's better then nothing, eh?
Tomorrow I will read this and vow never to sling slop in this trough again.
It's better then nothing, eh?
Tomorrow I will read this and vow never to sling slop in this trough again.
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