Missing

Every few months, especially in periods of mental dormancy, I start thinking about the way words used to make me feel. Magical combinations of words. It wasn’t a good feeling. It was like being wound up too tight with no source of release. It was raw and grating, but it was also very essential. I think about the last book to make to feel that way – probably The People of Paper by Salvador Plascencia. Then, I promise to reread Illywhacker and Gold Bug Variations and, of course, Lolita.

My mundane day-to-day doesn’t facilitate the level of emotion these pages spark. Oh, I used to think, my hypersensitive “Literature” receptors meant I surely had something to write as well. Vanity of all vanities, no. No, I do not.

So, my wordpress blog is pretty bare. I might pop in a little more often, but only to quote books and post youtube videos from the likes of Cold War Kids and Delta Spirit.

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