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.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana...
I first heard your title quote used in a sermon, by a Baptist pastor.
ReplyDeleteYou certainly bring new and refreshing meaning to the words.