captured for the archives from a place i used to visit… and did once more, for a moment, to collect them.
date unknown. someone asked about being sane and whether or not it was ‘worth it’. i replied:
the only ones who are insane are the ones who never question whether or not they are sane.
be shameless. shame is for wrongfulness, and it’s never wrong to be.
remorse only matters if accompanied by resolution.
resolution only matters when accompanied by change.
change only matters if it comforts you as being sane.
if you don’t need the comfort, it’s all good. (grin)
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someone once asked if my house were on fire, what one thing would i save? i replied:
the only thing one needs save is that which lives. literature is bound in the mind, the heart, and the blood. triune, it speaks, it sings, it whispers. all pages within may char, may perish, and in the act, incense to memory and being, faithful triad will once more create.
but perhaps the dictionary. perhaps.
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someone asked about the difference between writing and literature. i replied:
there’s that phase when everything seems stilted or fake. and the one when it all seems to be sap, running over bark, thick and lumpy and not so much beautiful as necessary. there’s the time when it just seems like you can’t come up with a new way to speak humanity and the one when words just get in the way, but you have to try.
it’s all driftwood, of course, transitory chips and splinters. but maybe that’s it… maybe it’s all about the fire – kindling, ember, and coal.
maybe writing is what we do when we’re trying too hard and literature is what we do when we’re enflamed.
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05-12-2007
crawling, like a babe
soon to run like a grown up
only to fall down
life is a red scrape
bandaids upon the spirit
only death stops life
tick-tock the damn clock
the whispers of saudade
balm and yet, haunting
tell me once more, please
why i ever learned to run
or why i can’t stop
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08-03-2007
someone posted an “advertisement” about selling their soul. my reply:
My advice? Don’t bother. Everywhere you turn these days, they’re on sale and most times, you’ll see that it’s the ones who’ve managed to keep it in the original wrapping and stored in some cool, dry corner of a forgotten basement.
I actually saw one go at e-Bay the other day that was virgin. I think she sold for bigger breasts. Or maybe it was the perfect Jolie pout. I can’t remember, and they all seem to run together these days.
Most times, you see them selling for ‘love’. I put it in marks to indicate the street brand, rather than the real stuff that you never actually see on the market. I have to admit, I’ve never understood how it is folks can have that tacky, sticky, overly sweet stuff in their hands and not know it isn’t real.
Sometimes, people will just believe anything that means they don’t have to know the truth.
Anyway… my advice is don’t bother. You’ll not get a decent price and it’s all but certain that what you’d spend the windfall on isn’t going to last or serve you as well. Just wrap it in a light tissue paper and put it in the coolest, driest place you can find.
Trust me, years from now, you’ll be glad you did. Well… that’s what I keep telling myself, anyway.