Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Not I, Samuel Beckett (Part 1)
I woke up this morning with something like this in my head. This summer the days are white and heavy and thick, the sky tightening all morning, until we have a rainburst, a monsoon, in mid-afternoon. Afterwards it's clear and I can breathe for a while.
I get struck dumb with this blog. I'd like to write, but I feel I should write about sex or erotica, and then I stop. I am stopping. Rather - I'm going to give up trying to shoe horn myself into some sex-shaped box and just post as it comes.
I would have put a poem here, but jesus, really, how could anyone follow Beckett? Today I might just listen instead of writing.