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Jett Superior laid this on you on || November 17, 2007 || 1:59 am

“On second thought, let’s not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.”

The other night I heard –on NPR, oh commie radio with the really great content– a rerun of an older interview with Norman Mailer. This cat was fabulous, and I found myself loving a great deal of what he had to say. Had I heard this interview when it originally aired some ten or so years ago, I don’t know that I would have connected so well to the things that he was saying. As it was, in the here and now, I caught myself over and over with a pleased little grin or hearing The Myself inside me saying, “Yes! Just like that.” If you take in something you deem wisdom and find agreement with it, does that mean you are acquiring some wisdom as well?

A specific something Mailer said so perfectly expressed an emotion that I have about writing and what it does to the scribe that I could easily have found the want to burst into tears had I just gone looking: “Much of writing is transformation. Occasionally it is transcendence.”

One thing that I had suspected previously –but have grown certain of in the past year– is that giggling is an international language. One thing I am mourning at the present is that I am full of easy, gloriously plain-worded letters I have never sent. I am too wrapped up in the everydayness to do anything of worth, it feels….and I’m somehow ineptly screwing up a passel of presents I’ve been given lately. Too fallable.

You are an unruly translucent dirty windshield with a shifting view / So many clean running landscapes for my dented door to open into / I just wanna tune out all the billboards, build myself a mental shield / I just wanna put down all the pressures and feel how I really feel

Just show me a moment that is mine / Its beauty blinding and unsurpassed / And I’ll forgive every moment that went by / That left me so half-hearted cos I felt it so half-assed

// Ani DiFranco, “Half-Assed”

There was this story I was telling to a friend a couple days ago; it was too rich to not be told. So-oh, when wrapping it up I was like, “Oh my God, that deserves to be in a screenplay, because it is just too fucking marvelous, you know?”

Now I can’t remember a word of it. Not a damn detail. And that, merciless universe, is why I write.

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  1. MotherFury 11.17.2007

    1) older woman

    2) children of some sort

    3) travel

    the shower didn’t help. :-(


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