Au dessus de la Seine de Paris

The Seine is still as wild and disturbed as I remember. Each of the thousands and thousands of little waves that constantly undulate to give it this wildness, seems to contains under itself a fantastical sea creature just about to burst through the water. Each wave seems to be breathing individual breaths, to be filled with a pulsating lifeforce. I like to imagine the Seine contains the spirit forces of all the gargoyles, merpeople, sphinxes and other beasts the people the monuments of Paris.

Au dessus de la Seine de Paris,
Une rêveuse assis....

Practicing Being Practical

Sometimes I'm so in love with the process of writing, I forget the point of what I'm writing and revel in the act for itself. While it's lovely to appreciate the intrinsic worth of something, I must remind myself that pointless things do not make a mark.

The other contents of that box

But why leave it at Melancholia?

The man I once loved with all my heart had a beautifully descriptive word he used to provide encouragement.
"Fighter"
I might not love that man anymore but the love for the word and the world it stands for remains.

I cannot leave it at Melancholia because I am a fighter. And even though at times it takes me hitting an unbearable low before I get back on my feet, boy do I get back up.

The thing is yes, I am in a bit of an unproductive, uninspired spot but it's not like my brain and heart have stopped ticking.

So adopting a new approach to this manner of problem I look Melancholia in the eye and pronounce loudly, "Fuck that!"

Fail

I wonder if at times like these, when I'm in an uninspired melancholic funk, I wonder whether it is the words that are failing me or I that am failing my words.

The ins and outs.

Inside-Outside people.

Solipsism and I

*Coming soon to a blogpost near you*

Bach Hambug!

It's a bit diconcerting. If a machine is something that click-clacks away then we're already halfway there!
So what'm I goning to do? I shall halve my clicking to make myself one fourth of the way there and then continue in this vein so i'm doubling my likelihood of not turning into half a machine.
And now back to my Bach!