What? Or, Daresay the Clown is Noseless

Writer's block is like suffocation. You try and you try to find something to take in, something to release... yet there is nothing; not an ounce of substance to purge, arrange, or even to mutilate.

Writer's block is like starvation. You struggle and struggle not simply to find something to satisfy but to find satisfaction in the cavern of emptiness in which you find your self.

In other words, I feel as though I have nothing to say with a simultaneous impulse to speak. I've had the idea of making this blog reflect more personal matters, considering most of my writing is of an impersonal nature.

I go from the mountain of wisdom to the valley of indolence immediately. Choking on that which nourishes me. Sheathing thy heart in the presence of love. In darkness there is only dark.

Ashamed? Echoes of a life faded. Remnants of a phantasy gone. Rewrite to mend. Write as re-creation.

Struggles only to find rest. Rest only to make way for struggle. I lay down my pen to take up the world, come to find the world was there all along. Rest within struggle. Struggle within rest.

Absent of life in the vestibule of pain, no threads with which to take shelter and no drive with which to relate.

In vice, thy hands, crumble and work for no coronation nor the verbiage of one's bloodied brow.

Your daemon, my muse; evoke the unholy to reap the Eucharist.

Shrouded, enshrouded in veils of consortium - vast arrays of myopic shutters that betroth the vastness of expanseless self in confines of best regards and sacred distrust.

Truth, said the Greek, plays in your blindness - deceives you for amusement as tail chases dog; lighten up, fellow longstockings, let loose thy bind unto the pockets of sane.

These thoughts, those thoughts, the thoughts thought of in disparate space, evoke entrapment in an invocative way, way which suggests the way out is the way in in inverted schemes beyond cognitive time or mentated place.

Word, I assure you, insofar as assurance reinforces persuasion and supports engendered conviction, is at game with isness as it is.