"Why am I writing? To revive a tottering conviction, long ago banished to a dim corner of my room, that if we could Only Connect the world would have meaning. But what's the meaning of connect? And isn't the sense of life just as full or empty when alone? Nothing can penetrate the sumptuous solitude of Everyman, yet I have a frantic urge (many people I know do not, including composers and writers) to leave something."
-Ned Rorem, 1976
Inspired simultaneously and erratically by the blog thoughts of both Stanley Lee and Ned Rorem.
Jul 21, 2007
Jul 16, 2007
It's almost 5 in the morning. What are my thoughts?
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. These words somehow materialize in an unorganized fashion somewhere consequentially deep in my now-psycho psyche, like a drifting caption of a Far Side cartoon that loses itself from the page, unable to smell itself back.
Why? I don't know.
Is everything going well? I don't know.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. These words somehow materialize in an unorganized fashion somewhere consequentially deep in my now-psycho psyche, like a drifting caption of a Far Side cartoon that loses itself from the page, unable to smell itself back.
Why? I don't know.
Is everything going well? I don't know.
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