Monday, February 11, 2008

trapdoors

2 comments:

A Quaint Observation said...

I enjoy the analogy of poetry and sunsets on rooftops and solitude walks as opiates to escape incurable states.

Margaret Shugart said...

This is my favorite so far- thoughts spawning thoughts spawning thoughts in my own head.

"Conveyor belts and streams"

Been listening to Woody Gutherie lyrics lately and there is always this question of 'why keep working on'?

I have been jobless, minus 10 days in summer and 5 days in January, for a year. I miss it. I miss its experience as different from the one in my own head, different even from the impulsiveness of travel. I miss that part of my character, crave its manifestation somewhere.

Thank you for the chance to think thoughts!