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Monday, June 16, 2014
a starved artist - to those who have felt the block
A starved artist; ironically one who cannot get out of
inside themselves what fills them up so completely. Stuffed to the brim they have
to expel in a constipated need for release. And stubborn thought blocks. Astringent
is the cat piss disgust for the lack of an incapacitating, revelating, urge
creating, tempest elating, BUrst… of … …nothing. These words still lack the meaning
of my creating and every intention that arises, falls.. .. and it’s hard to catch breath. The sudden
sensation of emptiness oxymoronically surges, as if walls are reverberating and
everything’s spacing, and there is nothing left to touch because.. A starved
artist… bursting with need and yet full of emptying.. emptying.. nothing. There
is no cessation to this sensation, this raw nerve expulsion of temptational
transaction. .. I’m left limp in subtraction. Is wisdom blind in this
abstraction? ...I am hungry with greedy need.