Today, the degradation of the inner life is symbolized by the fact that the only place sacred from interruption is the private toilet.
Lewis Mumford quotes (American Writer, 1895-1990)

I have been trying to, or meaning to write a poem for a few days. It has formed a few times, a good line, central theme, it''s about vice I recall and then I move on to something else. I can multi-task, but not when I write poetry.I have to be there, and I am so rarely "here" I haven't done much more than acknowledge I have some verse on my mind.

I don't stop myself and jot it down I don't why, seems scurrying along to something more, bigger, better more pertinent at the time is more important. But really I am on treadmill, just barely touching base with anything I do when I am on to the next.

I am always writing though. Three blog entries a day generally. And notes I write on bus. Writing is my paddle I think I use to steer my thoughts, poetry is my stream. Underneath all I do,are the experiences,reactions and effects waiting to be released.

I claim to have no time,so I stuff them and walk on them; it feels like stepping on a carpet covering broken toys. I stumble and hop, until a jack just stops me in my tracks. There's a puncture wound, some blood ink and I finally release.

Labels: distraction, inspiration, introspection, solitude