How can a heart expression find?
Expect a most agreeable letter, for not being overburdened with subject (having nothing at all to say), there shall be no check to my genius from beginning to end.
--Jane Austen
mischief
Expect a most agreeable letter, for not being overburdened with subject (having nothing at all to say), there shall be no check to my genius from beginning to end.
--Jane Austen
how should another know your mind?
And there was a beautiful view
But nobody could see.
Cause everybody on the island
Was saying: Look at me! Look at me!
--Laurie Anderson
will he discern what quickens you?
Thursday, May 27, 2010 @ 7:08 AMTonight, my mind feels far too clear for poetry.
When I do write poetry, I find that it is because I feel inarticulate, unable to identify exactly the diction, and then the words flow and they form feeling.
I find myself preoccupied with activity, but it's largely scattered. None of it is channelled towards a single motivation, an ambition; last year I was so busy. In an almost twisted way, I find myself experiencing many things, but there's no fulfilment in it.
What on earth happened to the many hours spent over the piano or simply perfecting a bar of music? Good, wholesome music, which I abandoned. Choir. I miss it. I really, really do. The thrill of debate remains, but it is so short-lived, so passing. Music; ah, the difference. Music really does stir your soul. God, You gave me a gift. And my letting it slip past my fingers, does it actually make a difference?
Yes, it does.
A goal, a very personal one, is sorely lacking.
All these opportunities to lead; perhaps it's not really what I do want. Meeting new people, doing new things- I expected to be fulfilled by these, but I find myself looking for song, seeking out melody, searching for music.
All my beliefs have been turned on their heads.
I'm not even the person I thought I was.
The sensation of crushing someone in verbal assault: yes, that was indeed good. But in mere minutes the thrill disappeared.
Once I tasted music, the pure, unadulterated joy of merely pursuing it, seeking to do it well, do it right-
I swear I'm almost crying.
I lost sight of something, and I'm determined to seek it out and allow it to re-enter my life.
Somewhere, I lost sight of you, but you'll come back.
A motivation.
I need Music.
a thought once uttered is untrue.
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Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.