Friday, January 25, 2008

Without Words...

This week, the words have not come easily. I have started many a blog entry and filed it in my drafts, deciding it didn’t express what I wanted to express. There are so many thoughts swirling through my head this week (aren’t there always?), so many questions (still more questions?) and I just don’t have the words for them. There are moments, experiences, conversations happening in my life right now that I don’t have words for; that would be tainted by any attempt on my part to encapsulate, analyze or otherwise ponder.

It’s a strange thing for a writer to be without words. To have entered a space where the words don’t even seem to matter much. Everything I write seems trite compared to what is actually occurring. There is a sublime madness to my life right now. It is as though I’m stepping outside myself and watching the movie play. And it’s funny. Tragic. Scary. Wonderful. Inspiring.

And so, I watch.

tall penguin

2 comments:

José P. said...

And so, we wonder.

You have words—plentiful words—but they're timid. I hope you can encourage them to manifest—I'm addicted to your commentaries.

tall penguin said...

Timid eh? Hmmm...