i_have_words tilt no, nevermind, i have notime to stay 050604 ... skyburst777 i just have to put them in order 050604 ... unhinged i'm glad this isn't an identical_page_in_red 050604 ... Norm To think a single word in my mind is to inspire a thousand more. To me, to speak or write a word seems so inadequate. For me to say a word and provoke a thousand thoughts in the minds of others is a scary thing. A thousand thoughts which I cannot read or hear. I can only begin to imagine. To say I love you and to begin to imagine. 050605 ... raze and they fall at your feet scattering where they land into a new configuration only you can charge with meaning 211217 ... m tree now if i can just get this rusty engine roaring i might be able to get somewhere with them 220201 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Are you who I think you are?? Welcome, or welcome back. Sometimes I look for words, but they're napping in silent houses, invisible. Other times they're out to play and they wander where I don't expect them. And then I might let them roam on a single blather field, or might corral them into separate pens. (The latest anne_of_green_gables and relating_to_books were originally entwined and included musings on the similarities/differences of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and Go Tell It on the Mountain, but that last part I cut altogether.) 220202 ... tree For the first part, who are any of us, really? But yes, probably, and thank you. I've been putting my words to the grindstone a lot lately. Sometimes it feels like for years. Writing to convince people of things, to offer them perspectives in their evolution. Sometimes, the words have to put on their nice suits and slick their hair and recite just the facts, ma'am, with citations pinned all over their lapels to show they mean business. They try to keep emotion off their face as they draw back the curtain on the complexities of a subject, let the rage simmer just in their eyes. On the actual production floor, the words get to stretch and dance in a way less constricted, but they've still had their mouths full of the tragedies of the day, sportscasting the turnings of the earth so that the future historians have just that little bit better chance of understanding. But somehow, in all that, I lost the ability to really let words lose themself. To take their leashes off and really see where they go when they can run however they want, without goal, without subject. And a little voice in my head said, I know a place... And I was perusing those blathes last night, and it brought me much joy to be able to follow your explorations therein. Good to see bright bustle still ongoing. 220202 ... e_o_i Words in suits or dancing: those two paragraphs made my grumpy slump bearable just now, so thank you. 220213 ... past sometimes, building over days but when they see the white box embedded in the red they flee, jumbling together to escape capture. 220802 ... nr but lately i can't seem to derive meaning from them unless they mean something to others 230323 what's it to you? who go blather from