mercredi 29 décembre 2010

Strings

I want to write
pretend i'm a poet
give a better life to myself
life's always prettier and stronger in unreality
i want at least that
the power to intoxicate me with words
sweep away the soul eaters
pull to me the delight and pleasure of ten lifetimes,
abuse the puppets born from the tip of my fingers
all this tenure, all this joy
all for me
Hail! to me
i am my own master,
the king of mind masturbation.

what a dream, what an illusion.

3 commentaires:

  1. "It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind."
    (Vita Sackville-West)

    Do you want others to "masturbate" to your words?
    That's what good writers can do, they can make readers fall in love with their words. I think you have this ability, it's funny I think I feel a bit jealous if others absorb your words the way I do...

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  2. I don't care how others could interpret what i write, i'm giving my words to you.

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  3. They can "masturbate" if they want but it's you i want to moved.

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