Laughing All The Way

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

There is something romantic about being a slut

I thought of something that I wanted to write as I fell asleep recently. By the time I was so rudely woken by the upstairs boots wearer the words were gone, but the effect lingers.

The resulting memory is of weaving: the shuttle skimming back and forth with the weft as the warp mechanisms alternate. I can remember the visual I had conjured in my mind of the words. I know the lost point was pure genius, they always are.

Lately I have been preoccupied by rhythm. The posts of recent days have been drawing on this idea of back and forth. I don’t know if I am teasing something out or if this is something larger.

Whatever this is, it’s not about balance; it’s about imbalance.

There is just something.