all my gestures were gathering dust
there is no need to be lonely
i told my shadow folded over
the silent piano
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
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Despite myself, I just keep thinking about this. Is it about all those moments when art is standing around, waiting for you, but you just won't make it? I mean, sometimes, you just can't, RIGHT? But it's the only thing that fills that void/loneliness?? That's what I think "gestures gathering dust means." The meaning of what we have made has expired (although we might be the only ones who know that.) And the meaning has to be novel to us. Collision with meaning is incidental after so many (hundred/thousand) hours of drivel work. That's why I like this blog...sharing stuff from the safety of my kitchen (where my computer is.)
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