Thursday, January 26, 2006

Open Wide


Such slugishness of mind. Where has poetry gone? Where introspection? Retrospection? Anything. A door, once permanently open, has slowly closed. Not fully. I am aware of a draught. All that’s left for it is to fling the door open. Provide an invitation. Stanch the flow of creativity seeping away.

Artist/Claude Monet

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