When you are not expected to speak, you find that you do not; not for hours on end. The most meaningful discourse shimmied to "Would you like plastic or paper?" or my favorite, "Did you find everything you were looking for?"
When you are not expected to perform excel manipulations or wordsmith tricks, you begin to teach your dog to dance; her silky coat rippling in the sunlight for a treat as you tempt her onto her hind legs for a count of ten.
When the alarm does not alarm, there is no need to shower, to dress, to comb the mares from your hair. You forget the days; seeing only is it daylight or night; hearing the quiet, the ticking of the clock (cliche clock) but it is there, tapping out the day and you will turn on anything to silence it.Late, you wonder where is the twelve step program for the disenfranchised; the obsolete, unnecessary, expendable?
Then, late, all the pent up silence spills into a void, a vortex of silent deposit, here.
5 comments:
The writer's dream, Mary, silence to hear your words uncoil and shimmer like the dog dancing---great image!
Anyway, the clangor of the world vs the writers hollowed out solace-giving velvet nest...flood the day with inky words...this is the time.
Love the jello scissors...See, you ARE writing...and when you are writing you are Mary the Great. Anyway thisis still xmas vacation and Dyl will get home OK from brusie-doling-out Chitown.
I know you’ve heard the stories But they all sound too good to be true
You’ve heard about a place called home
But there doesn’t seem to be one for you
So one more night you cry yourself to sleep
And drift off to a distant dream ..............
And somewhere while you’re sleeping Someone else is dreaming too............. S.C.C.
Mary,
May the new year bring you health, happiness and peace.
Life's ups and downs will always be there.........the trial of it all is not what happens, it's how you handle it. Everything will be just fine.
A very Happy New Year to you, Sara, and Dylan.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QExQCwn6kwg
I completed drafts of 2 short stories while I was jobless. Going to Barnes&Noble cafe to write every day filled the place of having to actually work quite nicely! Going to the movies and playing video games and frisbee and hiking took care of the rest.
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