tisdag, november 08, 2005

The normal state of the art(ist)

The frozen leaves -

if you are in the creative soul's hell, you will see them:

all the mis-told stories, all pathetic poems, all the letters you wrote, all diary pages, all the lecture notes, grocery lists, excuses to your children's teachers, silly postcards, and - all the music -

cold, still, looking strange, wrong, handled with or without care, and then re-sent - deep frozen.

(Our hell isn't a warm place. We call it Nifelheim.)

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