I have a poetry earworm. It’s not my first though they’re not as frequent as their musical cousins. Yesterday was a primo day for music earworms. Every other uttered sentence seemed to be lyrics from this song or that one, repeatedly inspiring my inner orchestra to lift bows. Deep sigh. Snarls by the end of the day. It’s not that I don’t like inner soundtracks, … Continue reading Ozymandias on my mind.
(Side note: “trudge” is a good word. It doesn’t get nearly enough play.) I hate being uninspired and I’ve been uninspired a lot of late. Knowing the cause – depression – isn’t really all that helpful; everything still feels like hard work and much of the work is getting left by the wayside. Knowing the cause mitigates the situation not at all. I don’t like … Continue reading We trudge along.
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I’m trying out the new WordPress editor and we’ll have to see how it goes. It’s a change, and I don’t like change.
I’m not alone in this; I think most of us prefer the status quo, however, often times the things we are seeking to preserve are better off binned.
“i walk down the hall and don’t see the world around me,
don’t notice the pictures on the wall,
pay no attention to the creaks my footfalls engender as i pass over sagging bits of floor…” Continue reading the ball
From Famine to Feast. 