now there's a loaded question.
the first answer that comes to my mind
is "you know, it's pretty interesting".
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i love to read. i love to write.
and it long ago became clear to me that much
of what i was writing was just me trying to explain
myself to myself...
... a kind of sit-down with the seemingly random bits of information
i'm immersed in every day with what i've already learned, the truths i hold to be self-evident and the emotions it all stirs up in my heart and see what - if any - connections there might be.
on a good day, it makes me laugh.
on a good day it's like surfing, down a beautiful river
on a summer afternoon, the water glittering with music
and a breeze in the leaves humming harmonies
in every shade of green.
on a good day, no one is more surprised
than i am by what comes out.
on a good day, i learn something.
but, as anyone living on a bipolar planet knows,
not all days are good days.
some days, words just make me weary. some days, there's so many in my head that my life feels
like a bad cocktail party, where too many desperate Rigbys and nerd-boy Prufrocks are talking too loud in a room already buzzing beneath flourescent lights and muzak so toxic i wish i was deaf.
some days, the thought of even one more word
just makes me sick...
that's when i want be around pictures.
to immerse myself in a big cool pool of shapes and textures and colours. don't think, just do. let my intuition off the great leash of 'meaning' for a run in the woods.
it's like my own personal mute button i guess.
and on a good day, no one is more surprised
than i am by what comes out.
on a good day, i learn something too.
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| dark novella dugg simpson Aug2012 |
the first answer that comes to my mind
is "you know, it's pretty interesting".
*
i love to read. i love to write.
and it long ago became clear to me that much
of what i was writing was just me trying to explain
myself to myself...
... a kind of sit-down with the seemingly random bits of information
i'm immersed in every day with what i've already learned, the truths i hold to be self-evident and the emotions it all stirs up in my heart and see what - if any - connections there might be.
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| someone's go to do the math dugg simpson Oct2012 |
on a good day, it makes me laugh.
on a good day it's like surfing, down a beautiful river
on a summer afternoon, the water glittering with music
and a breeze in the leaves humming harmonies
in every shade of green.
on a good day, no one is more surprised
than i am by what comes out.
on a good day, i learn something.
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| i want candy dugg simpson Oct2012 |
but, as anyone living on a bipolar planet knows,
not all days are good days.
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| talk to the pig dugg simpson Sept2012 |
some days, words just make me weary. some days, there's so many in my head that my life feels
like a bad cocktail party, where too many desperate Rigbys and nerd-boy Prufrocks are talking too loud in a room already buzzing beneath flourescent lights and muzak so toxic i wish i was deaf.
some days, the thought of even one more word
just makes me sick...
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| from here to modernity dugg simpson Oct2012 |
that's when i want be around pictures.
to immerse myself in a big cool pool of shapes and textures and colours. don't think, just do. let my intuition off the great leash of 'meaning' for a run in the woods.
it's like my own personal mute button i guess.
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| buy the ticket, take the ride dugg simpson Nov2012 |
and on a good day, no one is more surprised
than i am by what comes out.
on a good day, i learn something too.
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| electric violin dugg simpson Dec2012 |
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