Comments | beefive: i=indulging it

beefive

i=indulging it

Sep 18, 2009 09:43

I don't understand why so many words want to come out of me on this subject. They increase rather than decrease in volume. I'll try to put as many of them as I can, in obliquer forms, into my novel instead, which I am finally working on again, quite productively. But in a reverse of that equation, someone else's words:

( Time Does Not Bring Relief: You All Have Lied - Edna St. Vincent Millay )

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jinxremoving September 18 2009, 13:59:37 UTC

Wow. Amazing poem.

beefive September 18 2009, 16:08:00 UTC

Yes. It was a relief to read - to hear someone else say it, and better than I ever can.

zana16 September 19 2009, 01:35:58 UTC

Time doesn't heal all wounds.

Eventually your brain starts to forget details, and I think that's when you stop bleeding inside.

A little morbid, perhaps, but that's how I look at it.

beefive September 19 2009, 05:08:42 UTC

My problem right now is that I don't want to forget any of the details :(

zana16 September 19 2009, 23:49:29 UTC

I know what you mean. But the brain doesn't cooperate for long -- at least mine doesn't. Maybe yours will.