soz - naw, my new yorker's pile up on the toilet tank lid; about all i read these days (off the screen) are textbooks and lecture notes... and if i'd spent time with that passage, i'd have done something about the almost compulsive use of buts, thoughs, and parentheticals, as though i was trying to tie the thing in a knot.
dag - damn, i want an ocean! christina ricci's parents were "est" therapists, so her childhood was supposedly spent with strange adults screaming and sobbing in her basement. you'd think this would have an effect on a kid....
Half empty and the other half filled with sawdust.
c.i.
Wow, people!
I will be back to comment properly when I have had my coffee and all....... wow.....
I just realized that noddy is peering into the distant future while her past falls into disrepair.
You're not a bridge-burner, are you, nod?
I am wondering if that door was always an illusion, anyway..
Only hamsters and computers in mine. We went paperless. Yes, we.
I see a vast empty art gallery, beautiful walls
great lighting with absolutely nothing hanging
on the walls... just empty. Not much going on
inside these days.
Now, several years ago I would have told you
that it was a virtual attic up there, with every
memory and angry moment in my life stored
and boxed and close at hand.
Thanks to our modern psychiatry, dreamwork,
reading useful intelligent materials, feeling glad
to be alive, after my recent colon cancer scare,
feeling downright GRATEFUL ... things have
really gotten quiet upstairs. I kinda like it. It is
extremely peaceful by comparison.
WE????!!!!!!! Oh dearie, dearie, dear me....
Patio Dog--
Think "doorway", not "door". I've never been able to shut the past away from the present--nor would I want to except for some of those damn music boxes that play on and on and on.....
Of course shutting the future out is easy--cowardly, but easy.
By the by, these days horses in the carriage trade wear a diaper arrangement--a sort of leather bag that hangs medium low behind the tail.
Interesting, Babs, interesting.
Well now Dlowan - you KNOW that you are always
coming up with such fascinating topics to discuss,
it is simply irresistable. I just HAVE TO jump in and
say a few words, sometimes they make sense and
other times, well - never mind. Interesting topic,
very very interesting. I like it!
Deb said my answer was a cop out.
So:
Ummm Craven... Yer toilet's runnin'!
Craven!!! That is fascinating - when did you draw that?
The thing next to the snowperson - the one whose shadow becomes a cross - what is that? TWO crosses.....hmmmm .....the shadow stuff is wonderful - I can't see what some of the things are - waaaaaaaah!!! Skylight and window....love 'em - little stairs to cellar and welcome mat...heehee.....is that a dining or board room the windows open into...waaaaah I wanna know more.
There are LOTS of things missing, you know!
I would just love to have a welcome mat like that. I can't even find one that says 'Buzz off.'
D'artagnan - glad there is a path! Sometimes we, ourselves, are the only people who can discern one, though - heehee.
Patio - your dreams sound painful at present!I am SOOOOOOOO glad you came back and wrote about your mind more - that is a wonderful piece of writing. You have intrigued me greatly - I must re-read Desolation Angels. Rooms are so evocative, are they not?
Cjhsa - are you really aware of the two components of your mind in that way? Sleeping in the middle!!! Why?
Fishin' - I do wish you would return and do it properly!!!!
Noddy - that sounds a big thing to be saying? Do you want to tell us more? The music boxes are a wonderful, but sort of sad and a little spooky, touch - with their fading tintinnabulations...
New Haven - a bookish mind...
Cjhsa - some old grievances still stored in yours .....is your current avatar you? It is a wonderful image.
And you wear your mind on your sleeve!! I love it - I hadn't noticed your signature line so consciously before.
Dagmar -that is fascinating!!! It would be great to hear more about your mind and its seas!! Dissertation Island!!! How like Desert Island, or Desolation Row - always lurking in the mind like a foetid, suppurating homunculous - crying and gnashing its little toothless gummy mouth...
CI! THAT is a cop out!
Babs - is there going to be something replacing the old clutter up there? Are you lying fallow? Or have you decided that Zen and minimalism is the way to go?
Roger - are we to hear something of YOUR mind?
Heehee - I wish Craven would take us to his sub-"basement!"
My mind is like Kafka's castle:
The phone is always ringing but nobody answers.
Hundreds of voices chatter away in dozens of conversations that make no sense.
It's completely unreachable.
It'll never be finished.
Of course, it's quite dusty.
Gotta love Escher..
Terry - heavens above!
