:: anne in the attic ::

Create Your Own Countdown

:: Tuesday, May 11, 2004 ::

There isn't even enough time within a day to describe how much I am required to do these days. And just how taxing it has been with no time for my spirit to run free. All of my time is spoken for, my energies promised.

While I seek to escape an excess of external structure, I am delving into another kind within, as I continue the work at hand in my head (now there's an image). Before the pencil can be raised and the notes transcribed, there must be a basic construct. Primarily, there's the arrangement of another artist's song at which I want to try my hand. But always in the background, my own work clears and blurs, like I'm trying to read sheet music lying at the bottom of a busy swimming pool while standing at the surface.

I have a vision of standing near the edge of fantastic green cliffs overlooking the wild ocean, not a structure in sight, the life around me sounding itself, Whitman's "barbaric yawp." Soon. I will go there, go where. I am nearly suffocating here in civilization.

"'Nature' is what we call the world around us when we sense that it is alive." -"Nature" on PBS

:: Anne 10:52 PM [smartass remarks] ::
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