Employment of mind elsewhere as a therapeutic auxiliary has produced marginal improvement in this chronic blogger who shows pathological attachment to her scribbles which she calls poetry. She suffers from a kind of moral masochism in which the person arranges her/his life to guarantee setbacks. She lives the character’s (of the so called poetry/stories') fictional life complete with realistic sensations, submerging herself in other, complicated, gloomier life. The contents of this blog manifest displaced psychosexual ambivalence, need for a permanent partner, plus possible neurosis of destiny. That is why she needs to write again but she is trying to locate that fugitive object which made her write and return here to her rightful resting place. When that is done, you can read her ditties, which she claims can breathe, speak, clash, belch, bleed, and cry. Until then …….
Labels: amour-propre, mental, writer's block
until then then ...
Rajavel said...
December 14, 2009 5:43 AM
Yeah Untill then what....
shabbir said...
December 15, 2009 5:31 AM
"...speak, clash, belch..."
... off you go, my friend, and I wish you swift and highly facilitative indigestion.
Perry Strange said...
December 17, 2009 6:22 AM
To find the muse, then to put a name to it is indeed a task needing time and experience.
It is out there . . . hard to describe, as I have tried in my paltry way many times, but if anyone is capable of finding it, it would be you.
Your words, as usual are expressive and unique.
goatman said...
December 20, 2009 2:36 PM
Phew!
Brilliant, as ever!
I've been away from my fellow bloggers and their blogs for a long time now and feel disconnected....! Feels good to be back!
Wishing you and folks a merry Christmas and a very happy new year!
V Rakesh said...
December 25, 2009 5:34 AM
welcome to my world! in this world, creativity is a stranger, mundane is the way of life and the usual, well, is very usual.....
My stay in this world took about a year... I just came out... And the way I see it, I think I'm going back in.... :P
hotICE said...
December 26, 2009 11:57 PM
superb!
wildflower said...
December 28, 2009 1:40 PM
shit every time i read u...i keep increasing my bets on u as a writer
i think it'll b more profitable for me if instead of trying to write myself i get u to and then become ure literary agent :D
sanely insane said...
January 1, 2010 1:01 AM
Wish you locate that fugitive object soon. Well told.
Old Monk said...
January 5, 2010 8:56 PM
new Year awaits new terminals...of life !
Gyanban said...
January 5, 2010 11:03 PM
All the best dear...
Am going through tough time myself.. so shall suggest my blog as well. Nevertheless, seek for that ray of light and ye shall find it.
I'll miss you untill then... Hugs
Awaiting your return,
Ashen
AshenGlow said...
January 16, 2010 7:56 AM
Indeed, why do we do this writing, or not do this writing? What are we looking for and whom do we wish to see it, and why?
Just connection, I guess, with ourselves and others.
Hope you are well and wish you a fine and amusing year ahead.
goatman said...
February 2, 2010 11:15 AM
Oh Gosh, this is so critical, as it sounds! And I’m afraid if it’s contagious ;)
He he.. Come back, friend! Don’t just play around :)
Tamarind~ said...
March 3, 2010 2:39 AM
The words you use and how you use them always amaze me. You traverse the world of that is in a category of its own. Always interested to read.
Quackster said...
March 5, 2010 10:23 AM
i love ur headline...
aliceinneverland said...
March 16, 2010 11:06 AM
Trust that you are well
goatman said...
March 31, 2010 11:57 AM