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ah, fuck it.
sabbie-in-a-simplified-nutshell, the answers:
i read constantly and voraciously, from all sorts of subjects. sci-fi/ fantasy, art and photography books, history and mythology books, conspiracy theory and kids books, horror and poetry books and all sorts of other miscellaneous kinds. the last book i read was 'idols of perversity; fantasies of feminine evil in fin-de-siecle culture' by bram dijkstra, a fascinating study of who men/society perceived women in the late 19th, early 20th centuries, and how that was reflected in the art of the time.
a few years ago, we 'lost' our tv, and i found i had more hours in my day to do things that i never quite got around to before. i saw that under all those tv programs was my life, just waiting for me to come out and play.
and when i do go out to play, i find a thousand things leaping up, demanding my attention. my brain is weird. when something happens, i stop constructing normal sentences in my head, instead i get
thoughts
in rhythmical lines
with breaks
in poetically
meaningful
places.
to demonstrate this, see:
'little_silver_fish', which i wrote today.
hmm. give a person the opportunity to talk about themselves and watch the words fly. a friend once wrote 'i find myself infinitely fascinating', and i think most people are the same. .:grins:.
to sum up, or, if you like, the shortened version of it all:
most everything i see fascinates me.
life is poetry and the poems compose themselves.
and you?
to throw myself into the murky waters of the deep end again, you are either a lurker who has read stuff on blather for ages but never posted, or someone who is using a new name. how am i doing so far?
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