The Culmination

Not much to report. My life is upside down, but I'm working it out. My writing has suffered in a big way as a result. For that I apologize. So I'll just say that I get Doug's concerns about the future of his contributions to this project. My plate is very full. There is much I would love to explore about what is happening in my world, but I simply won't for reasons that also shall remain my own. That may be all I have to say this week. I am working towards movement, and I'm counting on more tomorrows, because I should have a few of those still left in my bag. Writing has been a torch through the wilderness in my recent years, and I am ever grateful for all it has provided me. I have been a poor subject for the exposition of my verbal meanderings, but I have tried hard to respect the medium, and I hope I have given up a little something that gave someone a little moment to stop, and to think, and to put a smile in there, or get pissed, or whatever it is that my writing may do that might connect, in any way, to you.

Lean times, but moving forward.

And music has taken up the lead as writing has suffered humiliation.

So I have listened to, and been rescued by some pretty compelling stuff. The soundtrack to nuclear war.

Baroness, the Red Album.
Cult of Luna
Neurosis, Souls at Zero
Angels of Light, New Mother
Swans, Greed/Holy Money
Led Zeppelin III
Isis
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, Abbattoir Blues/the Lyre of Orpheus

There's been more, but these albums, artists, and tracks have all made the path a little smoother, and sometimes that's a fucking godsend.

So, I'm still plugging away...

Madly
Madly
Madly

And the work will return.

And I will burn in the blast furnace, a power source beyond all.

That's all I have to say this week.

Well, okay, except for this.

It is nice getting a little time to spend with Tom Carter, who is here for the Mike Gunn show Sunday night. I think it's going to be pretty fun. I may even show up myself. Just don't tell anyone.