 | will this space and its ilk take over the literary worls?
Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry Yea! unto the worlds created by ink & parchment - it is not unlike living a life unto its fullest, feeling the end, nestling happily and comfortably amid the soil and all its tiny creatures; even luxuriating in their assent upon your body as your soul is making its departure and finally the rush of adrenaline as your bones & remnants decompose & become fodder from which foliage will sprout, plants and trees and yes lilies. and what then? Rebirth. As you start upon the next journey when you take up the next novel. in fact it is better still with the works of some gifted scribes [lily prior, gabriel garcia marquez, tom robbins to name a few] as it is breathing through the lungs and soaring through the lives of many in just one manuscript.
So i wonder and worry, will it all be replaced? I fear it may come to pass that the worlds upon worlds found in a novel is fast approaching demise and subjugation with technologies advances & the internet. Why just the other day I was at the Fuel Cafe [you can find them here on myspace] with their omni present twin computers, [i am on one right now] a free 1/2 hour of internet or more if you will, the baristas don't care, least not Jeremiah, nor do they monitor and only when you feel the weighted glare of another awaiting patron are you pulled from your trance realizing your fresh bought cafe latte has sat untouched for an hour or more as you've waded and surfed the unending cyber waves. Those computers just sit there in all their glory beckoning you in, tow unearthly, beautiful and majestic sirens whose haunting and melodic voices pierce your ears drum, infiltrating all thought of nestling upon the cushiony sofa witha book or magazine or the daqys news or the weekly periodical. the waters are glemaing and brigling and blue; the mermaids song too enchanting to resist, i succomb and i dive, i will just check my email, I promise.
And woe unto myspace, why its just like that opening scene of Jim Carey's, Grinch, the tiniest world inside a snowflake among many. and within that world of ever snow are tinier worlds still in every snowflake therein, yes as i shoveled through the mountains of snow, picked through the ice to the water, swam through the currents of a handfull of freinds' pages; I just kept finding still more friends and often completely forgot whose page I had started with as I madly dashed from here to there searching a specific gals page [cause damn the usernames- when folks think up something witty]. I drifted through Jestaphreak, from Deni Disast, Whiskey Bitch, Tom Walbank & the Ambassaders, Naim Amor, Phoebe, adn Chrissy and Corina and Galactic Federation of Love, kristen suagee unto golden boots and finally oh finally did i figure out that Miss Fritsy somethin or other was indeed that former fellow choir mate megV, i can never remember her last name. and i must a requested a zillion friends and sheesh, did i finally emerge from the briny big drink to discover that indeed there were a few people around me and a cafe and my latte, my lips ne'er touched, the ice nigh unto melted and a huge sigh, almost a gasp escaped me as i realized i had experienced very near the same as a novel, at least a weeks long adventure, in the space of an hour. And MySpace is but one snowflake amongst a blizzard and I was just quothing to Neil, my sweet man, here at the Starbucks [ehr thats where i was when i hand writ this]- nary a scilla nor caribedes sit in, no not here at the starbucks, not yet- and i said unto Neil, why with blogs these days - reading people's thoughts online and such, is very like a novel and i can see it taking over because it's interactive, you get to stop the action and add your own little input.
 | Currently reading:
Thunder and Lightning : Cracking Open the Writer's Craft
By Natalie Goldberg
Release date: By 30 October, 2001  |
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