I'm getting a little energy back now. It has been a while since I have felt like doing much of anything. Charles Bukowski once said "Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." He was an excellent poet (I kinda put him in with the Beats, but he is a force of nature in his own right.) He also had his demons which he seemed comfortable with himself. That being said about crazy, I wouldn't mind a good dose of that for a little while with the energy to channel it into something like art.
Now don't get me wrong, I don't mean the slobbering crazy that makes you wander around screaming "They hanged him in France" to any question posed or any conversation commenced, I mean the little bit of manic that pushes you off of your duff and that flash of insight that people think is the Universe opening up for a second to show you what is possible. I had that for a bit but in the past 2 years, I have been trailing behind me a deep furrow in the ground, a sure sign that I am walking too heavily. I haven't been passionate, I've been irritated. I want to be in love with something and excited about an idea, excited enough that it takes shape and wants to manifest on paper or .. well .. somewhere.
I got back to here from a comment left top a prior post (there havent been many of them) that was pretty much a non sequiter. Art really doesn't have to make sense if it is provocative enough and takes the viewer somewhere with it. Even if that place is a blind alley, its still a journey.
Ok. Back to trying to craft a something. I'll publish it here first if it shows up. In the meantime, Love you all