December 01, 2010

the writing process

language is bananas. nuts. crazy in the coconut. i write and read constantly to juggernaut verbs into being and to pound nouns into nothing. my urge to deconstruct and reconstruct is constant and like a sand castle building obsession. it makes me strong and happy. i write too much in too many places and then sometimes sort the quarters out from pennies.

experiments with blogs and websites and facebook have been funny and stop startish. process is king, but product shows progress and that is always on its way. celebrations and incantations. i slip into rhymes and lucid dreaming easier now that i am older and have embraced certain habits of mind.

its a job when i work for the mob but i love those guys and try as i might to fight the pull the full transgression or the obsessions and gravy, it saved me, enslaved me, the grave for me is after love, before love, glow of run, sun and whiskers, tricks and whispers.