A loss for words
My foe of one hundred words is defeating me. It isn’t the challenge of distilling complex moments and thoughts to a manageable piece that’s causing my quiet. One hundred words aren’t too few, they’re too many. Even ten seem daunting.
I seem to have lost my words.
And what of art? Is it the physical manifestation of trying to make order out of chaos? Peace out of pain?
What if one finds themselves bereft of these states? Must one be miserable to create? If I had to choose misery with art, or happiness without, would this have been my choice?
Great to see you back!
Comment by Benny — May 17, 2010 @ 11:04 pm
Well put, Stacy. You have put my feelings into words. What has happened to us all?
Comment by MRRenz — May 20, 2010 @ 6:47 pm
I keep coming back here and lurking, reading my own words and the words of all of you. I’ve lost my own words, haven’t written anything in ages…I wish we could all get really drunk together one night and agree to restart things around here for good!!
Stacy, I feel you on this post.
Miss you all!
Comment by Walden — September 1, 2010 @ 8:11 pm