Plathological

"Falling from grace, falling from grace/Lord, you have a pretty face./Take it away and pack it in a suitcase/Then forget about falling from grace." [Marianne Faithful]

There is one brown-shelled egg in my fridge, broken English. I've spent some time thinking about the two skins of an orange, thinking them over. I'm listening to Marianne Faithful's The Blue Millionaire. Marianne Faithful is my god, crystal vases she breaks. It's important for me to share this with you:

It seems to me that the effective writer is one who is inwardly sure of the entire naturalness of his creative act. For instance, he must be aware that he is writing not merely because he is neurotic. Everybody's a bit queer and slightly mad, but I'm sure that my compulsion to construct more and more unprofitable verse isn't anywhere near as screwball as the compulsion of businessmen to make more and more money. But the writer who does not believe this is hamstrung from the start, haunted by a false diagnosis of his society, and driven into a permanent state of apology and mock-modesty for his abnormality, or into snarling hatred for the nastiness of the normal. [Earle Birney, on the writer in Canada]

I think it's incredible that I came upon this now, considering all that me and Matt mapped out on pages after pages of my lined notebook at my kitchen table last night in an utter state of madness (re we proved the above quote, and more, mathematically). Synchronicities abound when they're supposed to. This boy has my mental strategy, and nothing definite has my heart. If not a time & place for me to notice through process.

Posted by caroline at November 16, 2005 4:23 PM