Why?…….Why Haven’t I Been Posting?
One of my innumerable fans was kind enough to inquire why I have not been writing here of late………The sad answer is……my creative juices have dried up! What was a veritable Niagra is now a muddy ditch, barely able to support a Cuban tree frog………..severe drought of the right brain is my self- diagnosis…………but hope springs eternal, I see a light at the end of the tunnel, (plenty of platitudes to fall back on in times of literary drought),,,,,,,,,,and truth to tell, I have been in the studio a time or two………playing around with assembling body parts (clay, wood, plastic) starting with a nice old empty wooden box……..finally realized i was constructing….. Barack Obama………..ouuhhh, this could lead to a whole series,,,,,, what’s inside these paragons of virtue who aspire to lead the rest of us willing sheep?……….Inside Barack, I’m not sure yet, but a good heart,some goats, a Hawaiin lai, a copy of the Harvard Law Review…………Inside Hilary Clinton, again, I’m not quite sure, but I am starting to get a better idea……….Inside John Edwards, a mirror and a comb…………..Inside Dennis Kucinich, that’s an easy one, a white dove of peace perched on a pure and radiant heart……….i’m not going near any Republicans, except of course, The Leader Of The Free World, George W. Bush, who could resist, certainly not me…….in the center, of the “George” box, a cold, black heart, surrounded by a bunch of dancing devils, dancing merrily to his favorite song, “Wake Up Little Susie” by the Everly Brothers…………
Oh, wait……..I guess those juices aren’t dried up after all……..i’ve turned into a real motormouth ………lotta words, signifying nothing, but i’m changing my focus here in any case……instead of a well constructed, quasi-intelligent entry……..it’s just going to be…….. Off The Top Of My Head ………or the top of someone else’s head……..
A quote from…….www.poetsagainstwar.com……..most of the poets have a list of literary credits……..this poet, G. Karl Marcus, describes himself, “I’m no one of any consequence, just a poor small voice, ashamed of my government and angered by my compatriot’s silence.”…………..Yeah. Me, too.
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Ms. Fortune … I don’t know why I like calling you that. Well, maybe I do — it reminds me of the character in Capt. Newman MD. I don’t think there’s an obvious similarity though@!
I’ve read back through some of your posts. I pictured the indigo bunting you saw – I’ve never crossed paths with one. I wondered why May 16 is such a special day. I was glad you posted snaps of your artwork, since I only got to the Melrose show once & it was too crowded for me to peruse as much as I wanted. As for creative droughts, I reckon they’re dismaying — but there’s that damn cyclical Nature of things.
And I mulled over your reference a few posts back, to getting more dark than you’d anticipated. I’m just coming out of a tunnel myself; they say “what we resist, persists,” but I’ve never yet stopped resisting it.
More next time,
the Libster - June 26, 2007 at 11:51 pm
“I’m no one of any consequence, just a poor small voice, ashamed of my government and angered by my compatriot’s silence.”…………..Yeah. Me, too.
Nope….You are Somebody, don’t forget it.
Patricia - June 27, 2007 at 1:36 am