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Hullo, it's me.

December 12th, 2007 (01:29 am)

"When I wished to,
when I had the itch,
I could single out any man,
in any stratum of society.
And make him listen to me.
I could hold him spellbound,
If I chose,
but like a magician, or a sorcerer,
only as long as the spirit was in me."

--Henry Miller
Tropic of Capricorn

I suppose I am supposed to write now.
It's harder now than it used to be.

I'm not feeling itchy.
I've ALWAYS felt itchy.....
but not now.

Maybe I have to force myself through the mirror.


I feel lost.
and I need, I really really need
you to kick me.


I respond to that sort of thing, I do.

You are my talking journal.
All my paper ones are in a safe square room
near that place that nearly killed me.

Kick me.
Slap me!

Make me get up.

I'll die if you don't.

My knees ache and I cannot find my feet.

I have the map, it is thumb-tacked to the wall
I was there once, I remember.

Scream at me, shake me, make me stand.

I was there once, make me remember.

Only a fool thinks he can do this alone.

Help me find that little corner to peal back,
the tacky edge.

Make it stick..


Posted by: Chris Cox (chris2342)
Posted at: December 12th, 2007 08:14 am (UTC)

Ginger...you ARE writing.

It's about staring at the keyboard until your forehead bleeds, as a greater man than I once said.

Posted by: Orin (rin_o)
Posted at: December 12th, 2007 02:26 pm (UTC)

your feet are somewhere past your knees. (and sometimes found over your head depending on how flexible you are and the kind of person your with)

anyways if you want to write, you need stories. go out and find some. i'm told they're free, but i always show up after they're all out.

Posted by: Kathy (hrm_ok)
Posted at: December 12th, 2007 09:39 pm (UTC)
Friend...from "The Prophet"

"And a youth said, Speak to us of Friendship.
And he answered, saying:
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own
mind, nor do you withhold the "ay".
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all
expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as
the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not
love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know the flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed."

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: December 13th, 2007 08:55 am (UTC)
Re: Friend...from "The Prophet"

Seek him always with hours to live.

I lost the Zippo.

It's gone, and I don't know where or when.

It got lost in the mix that has been my life of late.

But I am alive, and even missing it makes me think of you
and all you have given me.

to me.

I adore you Kathy.

Posted by: Kathy (hrm_ok)
Posted at: December 14th, 2007 03:14 am (UTC)
Re: Friend...from "The Prophet"

The zippo will probably pop back up one day, just like I pop back up from time to time.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: December 19th, 2007 12:10 pm (UTC)
Re: Friend...from "The Prophet"
A Basket Case


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