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, May 08, 2008
Fat Free Milk
If books were spontaneously created and based on our morning's forgotten and previously-dreamed ideas, than librarians would...QUIT.
God, what I wrote last night was GREAT. I had it in my head for an hour or so and it was so good that when I woke up I DIDN'T rush to put it down because...it was GOLDEN.
THIS WAS NOT IT.
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This golden writing, I want to read.
ReplyDeleteThe little piece on librarians is quite entertaining.
Ha! I just got it. THIS IS IT!
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