Posted by lydia on January 16, 2005, at 12:59:00
sometimes they are different.
And it's not all confessional. Great literature makes me cum. I would like to write songs.
Here I sit, still all alone, but God Jesus I'm smiling.. When the writing is done, tweaked with and clear , fueled with ME emotions, when I read it I feel warm, the way I feel after sex. How I feel when the rush of a few vicodin hits me, or when a song moves me to tears.
Like how I feel when I read something so beautiful I gasp, press my thumbs deep into the page of the book and reread the sentence, the paragraph,
sit there smiling, ruminating.
Writing is a complete emotional experience. There isn't always a climax, in fact, usually not. But writing is necessary.
Festering regret can be quelled through expression.
Sometimes the ink is swirled together with tears.
Sometimes I scream, I rock on my knees , pen in hand , thoughts mad and fighting, words begging for release, too fast and too hard, all so sure, but suuuch contradictions. ..
I piece together, scribble out and underline, I try I try I try to attain coherence, something my tongue can't produce.
Far-flung thoughts, hard-edged memories and bloody regrets , written, they are tangible. Not something that can cripple with fear,
Because I ammm afraid of the dark. Straining to see, but I can't -there are strange noises, something waxy and indefinable at my fingertips , and an itchy unease in my belly. I start to cry. Then I start writing.
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