August 10th, 2010
Sometimes I neglect to do what I like to do. i.e. Read a book cover to cover. Other times, I do too much of what I like to do. e.g. Write everywhere else but in my manuscript. Many times, I choose one thing I like to do over the other thing I like to do. Such as and for instance, sleep instead of watch another 30 Rock episode on Hulu.
But the ONE constant? The single thing that keeps me breathing and pulsating?
In a song, in a poem, in a joke, in a whisper, in a look.
I love these lines:
Although, I admit, I desire,
Occasionally, some backtalk
From the mute sky, I can’t honestly complain:
A certain minor light may still
And the lyrics of this song.
And the dialogue in this show.
Not the mention, the prose made poetry in this book.
Plus a million other words from a million other places.
Words rattle my foundation.
They’re my sinew and muscle.
My vast unknowable.
What is your passion? Get detailed if you can. If it’s reading, tell me a book that ignites your fire. If it’s people, then who? If it’s a thing…what?
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