I am in a new state of enlightenment, a self-imposed new way of seeing and being and it washes over me like a tsunami of hope and good cheer, and sounds like the hush
of the sea on a pebble beach in Brighton - hush... sh... sh... sh... shushering in breathy, salty air sh...sssss.... it
feels good... and this is my desk at the moment as I begin to gather writing tools around me... and I have been thinking that sometimes I forget to remember to forget... and yesterday I wrote down a snatch of a song line... empty as a promise in a pocket full of holes... and another... I only have first world troubles... I only have first world blues... my news channel talks of hope and good cheer because I know what its like to be free... and I read the beginning of The Song of Achilles and said yay... and I find Armand Amar and Levon Minassien's music other and strange and hauntingly beautiful... which helps me to write with a different internal view of the world...
