Kindness in Unexpected Places
9/06/2005
Life's been high and low around nova_child land lately, and right now I'm feeling pretty low. Between the bleak hurricane disaster news and the general lack of fulfillment my personal, professional and artistic endeavors are providing lately, I've been feeling pretty sluggish, tired, and generally just fed up with the status quo. I suppose one could call it depression, though that sounds rather too ominous and self-indulgent for what I really am feeling.
This means that I'm no good in public situations for a short spell, and so I will tend to avoid them. I truly long for a little retreat, perhaps a short vacation in the woods far, far away from civilization. But I know that in the end it will be about as effective as 'duck and cover' in the event of a thermonuclear war. Shit just piles up, and that doesn't really help things either.
I'm also desperately trying to complete my live PA rig. But difficulty after difficulty has prevented its fruition. But I press on, knowing nothing but the fulfillment of my goal. Grrrrr!
I spent my Labor Day weekend indoors in my stinky fucking house sitting behind the computer. What I lack is adventure, and the motivation to experience adventure. Because sometimes it's best just to get by, give it all you got and then retreat for a time. Cuz that's all I have left in me this season.
I'm going to take a little break from all that. I'm also going to take a break from the whole live poetry thing, because suddenly I've found myself not having much to say besides "Fuck You!" to the general public.
Now that you're all familiar with my state of mind (yes, I've read the book. Nausea, by Jean-Paul Sartre - lol), you can imagine the welcome relief this poem from a friend offered me tonight.
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posted by novachild @ Tuesday, September 06, 2005,
2 Comments:
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At 5:42 PM,
:: miss m :: said...
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hang in there, bruce. take care.
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At 11:46 AM,
Edward Svengali said...
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Thanks, Miss M. I will do my best!
