Is what it is what it is
Mar. 20th, 2004 12:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootI am exhausted, I can't think or sleep, so now is the time for tripped out writing of the most pointless kind. There's not much to it, but I have to train myself out of hiding everything I write, so I'll put it here.
I can’t explain and so I write. I love this medium. It is so perfect for saying and not saying anything, so obtuse, so precise, so obedient, so powerful. I enjoy it and feel at home with it when I don’t feel at home with anything else.
The brilliance of the polar star, the need to be incisive, to be understood. Ridiculous. No-one writes to be understood. They write to be deliberately misunderstood in interesting and entertaining ways. What has the polar star to do with anything? It is cold, clear, far away, directional. It is stable, an ever constant, but that is not why I feel it.
It is cold, it is clear, it is far away.
Enough. Do they wait, do they drift, do they murmur, are they watching, do we care? We are entertainers and I am ready.
Cold and clear and far away. This sometimes happens when the warmth leaves me and a star rises out of the silence. We marvel at its clarity when in truth, we are relieved at the distance between the vision and ourselves. Intimacy would mean eclipse by the terror and the flame, no moderation of temperature, no hope of surviving contact. A star is passion.
What else is there to face and to avoid in any dream?
I can’t explain and so I write. I love this medium. It is so perfect for saying and not saying anything, so obtuse, so precise, so obedient, so powerful. I enjoy it and feel at home with it when I don’t feel at home with anything else.
The brilliance of the polar star, the need to be incisive, to be understood. Ridiculous. No-one writes to be understood. They write to be deliberately misunderstood in interesting and entertaining ways. What has the polar star to do with anything? It is cold, clear, far away, directional. It is stable, an ever constant, but that is not why I feel it.
It is cold, it is clear, it is far away.
Enough. Do they wait, do they drift, do they murmur, are they watching, do we care? We are entertainers and I am ready.
Cold and clear and far away. This sometimes happens when the warmth leaves me and a star rises out of the silence. We marvel at its clarity when in truth, we are relieved at the distance between the vision and ourselves. Intimacy would mean eclipse by the terror and the flame, no moderation of temperature, no hope of surviving contact. A star is passion.
What else is there to face and to avoid in any dream?
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