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You're welcome! Thanks for the returned favor!

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thank you for the watch and fav

Nobody has ever given me that many insightful comments at once before. I'm a bit overwhelmed

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alright so.. i dipped my toes in the proverbial water that is your gallery and i got to say its extremely impressing and compelling.. but alas it is midnight and my mind state is no more mood to venture into poetry.. so ill take a rain check and continue some other time.. enjoyed it greatly, you got talent..

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cheers for the add and favs mate..

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Some men see things as they are and say why?... I dream of things that never were and say why not?

Haha, awesome... I never figure you could have a cheap experience in Vegas. Financially, that is

I'm sure it was Bukowski. I remember wanting to write a love story back when I hadn't kissed my first girl yet, but I wanted to wait until I had had the actual experience. And when that happened, I found that I was still not able to say anything clever about it. I don't know - maybe I could at least have written something more interesting when I didn't know anything - like those artists who were told to draw animals that they had never seen for explorer magazines a couple of hundred years ago, just from listening to descriptions. The results don't look vaguely like lions or elephants, but they sure do look interesting. This was supposed to be a really good point. Just so you know.

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I think perhaps all writers are like that. But then again, I kind of do that all day long and lack the motivation to write anything at all, unintelligible or otherwise.

Nah, drinking in Vegas is pretty cheap. They want you to stay in the casinos, so nothing is overly expensive enough to scare you away. We were just there a weekend so I couldn't do much damage (and also my fiance just kept giving me dollar bills while I was at the penny slots. As it were , I never realized I probably spent next to nothing just because I had such a grand old time. Plus there are tons of free shows on the street (I don't mean that in a 'naked hobo dancing' sort of way, I am talking about real shows). We never have much money so we are the masters of finding cheap things to do, haha.

Wasn't it Bukowski that said something about how writers can't be expected to write unless they do something however? Though that is with the assumption that even fiction writers are writing about themselves.

Ah, I will shut up.

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down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.

-LeRoi Jones

I used to love slot machines as a kid... Haven't tried one for ages. I like drinking too, but the combination could turn out expensive, it seems

I would travel if it wasn't for work. Back when I was writing my master thesis, my tutor told me that I probably should have been an 18th century noble, lying under a tree and writing unintelligible poems all day while high on absinthe, rather than a member of the 21st century workforce. I think she was right. I'm a decent worker, but I'm terrible at planning anything when I'm off work. Luckily I'm going to a music festival next week. I've been going to the same one every year for ten years now, and I've been liking it less and less in the later years (which is worrying - am I finally growing up at 28?). But this year, I think I really need to go. It's like being on another planet for four days. A planet where people talk to each other and generally do whatever they feel like. My kind of planet.

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Ha, oh I just like penny slots. Anything else terrifies me. And drinking, I like that too.
I think artists are always hobos anyway, har har. If you are homeless next week you should take the opportunity to travel! I have no idea where you live, but I suggest somewhere cool simply because it is 120 degrees every day where I live now, ugh.

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your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.

-LeRoi Jones

You really recommend Vegas? I think I'd go mad there. Or broke. Or both. Definitely not neither.

But then again, artists are supposed to be mad and broke, aren't they? Or was that "hobos"? I never can tell... Speaking of which, I'm getting my bathroom floor broken up and redone because it was apparently "improved" by someone who didn't have a clue what he was doing a couple of years ago. It looked so pretty on the surface, but turned out to be all rotten underneath... the irony, the irony! So I AM pretty much homeless next week. No idea where I was going with that.

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The desert is the desert. I don't think it will ever be my cup of tea, but then again its 110 degrees every day now, so you can't even go do anything outside. Ugh.

If you do decide to travel, I recommend Vegas, hahaha. Ah, I threw up all up and down the new strip and still I love it.

I have to make a doctor's appointment, let me put it that way. Though a lot of what I complain about is just an intense daily "being by oneself." And I tend to, you know, like people. Like any normal human being.

*shrugs*

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I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.

-LeRoi Jones

Ah, not a talker, I get that. Talking is like playing chess against the clock - no time to ponder your moves. I find that exciting, but I wouldn't call myself that much of a talker either.

Actually, your last comment does make sense, even though you don't know what my situation is (and let's just keep it at that, for everybody's sake ). I keep talking as if I have to write my way out of this, but... I think you're right. Art may not be the solution here, even though it has worked for me in the past. I think I need a vacation and I definitely need to see some new horizons. I'm an awful traveler, but I think it does me good.

How is the desert and the not-New York City working for you these days? Sounds like you have your own issues to take care of at the moment...

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Oh, I meant speaking, haha. Not eloquent. I am not creative in that sense at all. Like, my compliments are something like: 'you have ... nice ... hair ...' haha.

I haven't been able to process anything within the last week either. And besides, and I mean this in the most metaphorical sense of course (seeing as I don't know your issue at all and I don't want to offend), but words don't make your dead friends alive again. I just mean, they can't undo the undo-able, you know? Sometimes you have to accept the undo-able before you can confront it in art, perhaps.

Lately I have been taking more stock in action over art. If that makes any sense.

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I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.

-LeRoi Jones

Yes, if only our words were concrete, in both senses of the word... But they are to some extent, aren't they? Sometimes they solidify in our throats, eyes and minds, suffocating, blinding, obstructing.

Again, I don't know what else to say - things are happening, and I am simply not able to process them at this point. I can't make my mind go there for long enough to take in the scenery and come out with an impression that makes any sense. And I can't escape into my usual fantasies either, they seem to have locked me out for a while. I guess I have to deal with reality for once, and that's never been my strong point The horror!

And by the way, if you are the least eloquent person in the world, the majority of the rest of us must not be persons at all.

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Don't words always fail us?
At least in some way.

I am the least eloquent person in the world.

And right now anyway, I empathize. It seems no matter what I say, I cannot undo some things, pick myself up from the locked doorway, stop screaming for someone to listen.

In times like these, you have to wonder if the builders have it easier. When words fail, perhaps writers just wish we could put buildings into the sky and then everyone would look at us and understand.

*sigh*

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I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.

-LeRoi Jones

Indeed.

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It has helped me a lot, I have to say. Keeps you going! I recommend reading the entire Zen in the Art of Writing - it is an exuberant, wild love letter to the creative process. It's not all gold, but this quote truly is one of its highlights.

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You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you

- Ray Bradbury - Zen in the Art of Writing

Just sayin that that quote is really cool. I needed to see that.

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That's funny

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You seriously look like someone I remember from high school. Haha, random!

*laughs*

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your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.

-LeRoi Jones

You're welcome, it was very good.

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Thanks for the on Epiphany.

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I do have a couple. There's one of Tori Amos in there, and this one: [link]



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