Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Walking on stilts at the edge of your mind

Photo: James Crowle on Flickr

Like a maniac, I have been working relentlessly from home tonight. I was pounding away at my keyboard furiously for hours on end...when suddenly, BAM! the system automatically shuts down. I always forget (especially when I'm on a role) that our cut off is 11pm. Why? WHY? Son of a bitch! I wanted to cry. In all honesty, it's probably a blessing. I really should just go to bed. Perhaps the powers that be are trying to tell me something?

I need to lose myself in my dreams tonight.

My shoulders are soft and these pillows on my bed give perfect support for my tired mind. I have a light that looks like a giant ice cube. I put it on dimly when I climb into bed.
Its soft hum comforts me.

I am reading "Letters to a Young Poet" by Rilke.
It's so beautiful-describing the way an artist lives, the way he has to live, to be, to create. Describing the sadness that sometimes comes-how complicated relationships can be.

It is decidedly so...
that you must do what you love,
that it takes all your life to know who you are,
that there is no need to rush this,
that I am doing all these things.


Jax said...

That sounds like an interesting book. You are always reading something cool!

Phaedra said...

I hope you got a good rest :)