My Whole Expanse I Cannot See…

I formulate infinity stored deep inside of me…

Jun 8


Category: Life

My head’s full of fragments of things I think about writing, but it’s just fragments, and nothing more. I can’t find my writing space, let alone decent inspiration. I’m obviously not finding the right experiences, and it’s experiences that feed my sort of writing.

I suppose I don’t have the imagination to just make stuff up. I have to make love to the right woman, or see the right tableau in the right bar, or a thousand other things that I, apparently, can’t find. I have to figure out what I’m not doing, and start doing it. I have to fight like Goddamn fucking Hell to get my life straight again. I’m twenty-eight, and I’m smart, I have no good excuse for this undeath in which I’ve been drowning.


3 Comments so far

  1. josh June 9th, 2009 7:25 am

    Are you typing up your ideas so you don’t forget them?

    It might be helpful so you can go back to them once you’re back on track.

  2. Daniel June 9th, 2009 8:48 pm

    Hey, I just came across this page when I googled “ending like the slitting of wrists.” Anyway, I know how you feel about having just fragments and it being difficult to find something that will pull or push you through creation of a large, complete work of art. After having an idea at some point in life, even if you’ve kept it written down somewhere, it’s so hard to take it up and add something to it to make it larger…. But there are ways…. I suppose you’re familiar with macrocosm and microcosm, variations and inversions etc, whatever devises to explore the nuances of what’s already been done—or just to add to what’s been done!

  3. teresa June 10th, 2009 3:17 pm

    How about looking outside your world? There is so much happening to other people, if you take some time to see others plight near and far…. might sparks some thoughts for you… Many stories out there is Humankind.