"If I venture into the slipstream..." A place to start?
Van Morrisson spits it out: "My t-t-tongue gets tied, every every every time I try to speak..." From Cyprus Avenue on Astral Weeks of course -- the album he made while flat broke and very unhappy in Cambridge Massachussets in 1968, trying to break out of his old Them contract and start over in New York. I picked up a copy two days ago, on sale. Each song still speaks to me of breaking silences, and of getting under way: "step right up, fly it, try it, just-a like a ballerina..." Astonishing. And if it seems like hubris to quote Van Morrison, I can only reply that his "tongue gets tied" is from Hound Dog.
My fingers get tied (and insides shake just like a leaf on a tree) every time I try to get this page started. I first have to overcome a great resistance to getting going at all, then defeat a compulsion to re-edit over and over and over, to stop myself from finding some other task...Is the trick of it just to put it down and push the post button?
On the subway uptown the other day, thinking about this here page, a question bubbled up: Will writing a log be a "putting down", a congealing or freezing of thoughts? Or is it perhaps more productive to think of writing this as a "letting go", a release from my preoccupations and obsessions?
Let it go. Step right up, try it, fly it see what happens, dear reader
It's a beginning of sorts.
Well of course I had to listen to it...again...immediately. Perhaps it's cited too often, but he recorded it in under 48 hours in this town, New York.
That's the trick.
:-)
Writing is manual thinking. Welcome to the tree, Bruno.
Welcome, welcome. And remember, when you post, you don't put it down, you put it up.
I can't find my copy of the record, will have to purchase another asap. I also suffer from the compulsion to re-edit. I licked the problem by opting to not blog at all. Hopefully you'll find another solution.
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Van Morrisson spits it out: "My t-t-tongue gets tied, every every every time I try to speak..." From Cyprus Avenue on Astral Weeks of course -- the album he made while flat broke and very unhappy in Cambridge Massachussets in 1968, trying to break out of his old Them contract and start over in New York. I picked up a copy two days ago, on sale. Each song still speaks to me of breaking silences, and of getting under way: "step right up, fly it, try it, just-a like a ballerina..." Astonishing. And if it seems like hubris to quote Van Morrison, I can only reply that his "tongue gets tied" is from Hound Dog.
My fingers get tied (and insides shake just like a leaf on a tree) every time I try to get this page started. I first have to overcome a great resistance to getting going at all, then defeat a compulsion to re-edit over and over and over, to stop myself from finding some other task...Is the trick of it just to put it down and push the post button?
On the subway uptown the other day, thinking about this here page, a question bubbled up: Will writing a log be a "putting down", a congealing or freezing of thoughts? Or is it perhaps more productive to think of writing this as a "letting go", a release from my preoccupations and obsessions?
Let it go. Step right up, try it, fly it see what happens, dear reader
It's a beginning of sorts.
- bruno 10-25-2002 8:51 pm
Well of course I had to listen to it...again...immediately. Perhaps it's cited too often, but he recorded it in under 48 hours in this town, New York.
- rachael 10-26-2002 9:29 pm
That's the trick.
:-)
- jim 10-27-2002 7:37 pm
Writing is manual thinking. Welcome to the tree, Bruno.
- frank 10-30-2002 7:36 pm
Welcome, welcome. And remember, when you post, you don't put it down, you put it up.
- alex 10-30-2002 8:06 pm
I can't find my copy of the record, will have to purchase another asap. I also suffer from the compulsion to re-edit. I licked the problem by opting to not blog at all. Hopefully you'll find another solution.
- steve 1-18-2003 2:30 pm