Sometimes you stare at a blank piece of paper and you think it’s all already been written before, all the songs that ever will be have already been sung. It is an effort to create, sometimes. Sometimes, it almost feels like it’s not worth it — you almost feel like what you do will matter none in the grand sum of creation. Almost. Something calls you, however, something keeps you in pace with the rhythm of the written word. There is a spirit that moves you. It is life itself that compels us, makes us feel that what we do is somehow worth it. I remember Camus writing about suicide (I believe I have written about this before): the suicidal feels one day that life is just not worth the bother. That is the entropy we fight, that we win against just in being.
I also recall, once back when, divvying up actors within this grand drama of the world into two camps, but trying to get away from the notions of good and evil. I recall I settled on these two opposing forces: anima and entropy. They were very similar, I would suppose, to life and death. If I were to can the concepts of good and evil, come to think of it, life and death would be the concepts I use to do it. The good strives towards life, the evil towards death. I think that may be all there is to it, those sticky thorns of words, good and evil. And I would to be good, and so I will write. I must strive for the creation, I must strive for life. Entropy bites us at the heels whenever we tarry. But that blank piece of paper: you, personally, have never filled it. This is the new thing in the world, this is the new song to sing.
x
9:21am saturday, 25th may
You need to read The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron
anastasia
8:24pm saturday, 25th may
your writing is beautiful...i love it. you remind me of curt cobain's suicidal note
Ophelia
2:02am sunday, 26th may
Beautiful.
SAMMY
3:57am monday, 27th may
I think you are doing something worthwhile with your life. God gave you a gift of writing and you are using it to help yourself and others who read it. Please continue to fill blank pieces of paper. It is true that it seems that what has been done has been done and said before. Nevertheless not everyone will hear that particular song in the same way or same place everytime. There is ryhm that may stay the same, but time changes everything. Keep singing!!!!
x
SAMMY