I’m feeling particularly open this morning!
I just read an issue of IGNITE – a failed N.Y. underground poetry journal, which was at least successful in opening and clarifying my feelings this morning…
I feel as though I can articulate every wave and impulse of my being…
Who would want to read it?
I don’t know…
But I know that I’ve benefited from other people’s articulations, not only when they described epic or universal truths, but also the subtlest subtleties of their own idiosyncrasies…. Like waking up the morning after and finding the left-overs of last night’s fetish – an onion peel, or the like – on the way to making your morning coffee, or the like…
Taking comfort in the knowledge that these weirdnesses are universal, and, thus, just as epic as the rest of it.