Circuit breakers break; the block settles in place, and words are lost in a granite maze. This is inspiration/death unfolding – a paradox: the sundew that closes its leaves on nothing. Starved of ideas, the midbrain, pons and medulla oblongata rely now on nutrient poor soil for three-to-six day pap.
Chicken broth remedies stymie physical ailments but leave brain circuitry an electric blue mess. Chicken broth remedies stymie physical ailments, but leave brain circuitry an electric blue mess! Playing with words/syntax becomes the game. The former: nothing; a statement of fact; the obvious. The latter: you’re just asking for it now; a schisting of sorts.
The signs, symptoms and history are easy to diagnose: granite is a consolidated rock – these are complex porosities; ideas catch and hold on for the dead time. The days of alluvial sediment are gone: rushing streams sting with their clarity, carrying nothing, depositing less.
Now frightened glances at the reflection in the monitor. A sweat-tainted brow reveals only one thing. It is fight or flight time: resolve to post something before you go to bed, knowing that you will ultimately cave like sightless, colourless arthropods.
Written on Monday, 6 December 2010