Dear Muse.
See, I know what you think. You think sunrises and sunsets are indifferent and synonymous. You can’t tell the difference between light and dark and therefore, therefore you are always grey.
I wish just once that you could notice life outside of yourself and the past. I wish you could put my want for change into words without dredging up my failures. I wish you could see the sun and remember all the recent memories where days are rainbows.
But Alas everything is static in your eyes. Whitewashed, faded and grey. When you’re not working, things are simply being experienced, and there seems a lack of need to work with you at all, but inexplicably at those times, I miss you.
I was therefore wondering, dear muse… If a compromise is possible; If we could become monochrome?
You know I dream of polychromatic sunsets of inspiration and three dimensional prose, but I am trying to tame my goals so as to make them as naieve and unrealisable as a reformist, or as irrelevant.
Yours in aspiration of even the slightest glimpse of colour…
Self.
September 1, 2009 at 6:02 am |
I think things being experienced ought to fuel your muse sooner or later to the point of explosion.
September 1, 2009 at 6:26 am |
I hope so
im trying to stop circling the same territory in a million different ways, and take the next step up. Im not very confident about my writing/this blog but hopefuly this will challenge me enough to step up ( i think it could help me get out of the rut too!) so far ive moved on to written prose about being stuck in a rut. LOL. Its hard because I find it hard to force it, usually i daydream on a bus or something and then spontaneously write something (though its usually circling in my head a few days) oh well, this is all a bit of an experiment really! will see where it takes me:)
September 12, 2009 at 9:37 am |
*poke*