Tuesday, June 16th, 2009
The threshold.
The hardest part in writing, for me it seems, is to take my ideas and transform them into the metaphor. I suppose I could right out and say what I’m thinking, but then my book would only be four pages in length.
That might be a hard thing to sell for $12.99.
My next great failure is in the works, and I’ve been batting it around, trying to figure out a way to say some heavy shit. I want it to be funny, and earnest; I’d like people to finish it and actually think about what i’m saying.
I’d like a lot of wonderful things to simply spring up and happen, despite my lack of sweat. But it’s likely that won’t be the case.
How do I make a metaphor that explains my belief, that our society is broken?
I honestly believe that we have forgotten the Sacred Mother, and along with her, the Great Serpent. And since we’ve forgotten them, it follows that all the powerful imagery behind them is also forgotten. We live now in the Fallout of the phallocentric era, and I believe we’re looking at a powerful shift.
All shift’s of this kind have been destructive though… so how do we play the game with a clearer head this time around? Can we run free and wild into the next era, and hopefully with that earnest, powerful energy, make it a better one than those that came before? Can we face the change to come, when Men realize their own fear and childish attachment, and Women realize their dereliction?
God damn… this is going to be one tough nut to crack. I’m trying to make a blueprint, and I don’t even know what the building is…
God Speed.