Not Exactly What I Had In Mind....

[FoX]

“This is an essay about creativity.”
It’s funny…a moment ago I was all charged up to write, and flashes of many ideas shot through my head…what drives people to have to create? Where do they draw their inspiration?
Why does the desire flee when a big white page stares them in the face? Why does that piss them off? How the fuck do you get it back?
When an idea leaves you before you can commit it to some semi-permanent form, why does it feel like a little piece of you died? No, not died exactly…abandoned you? Left you here all by yourself facing this gaping maw of nothingness that you so desperately wanted to fill with words a moment ago.
The astronomers have it wrong…black hole my ass.
Nothing is as nothing as a blank page.
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If it's orange and fuzzy, it's FoXy....
"So, how's it working out for you...being clever?"-Tyler Durden, Fight Club
**"Down with paranoia!"**

 

[hardraverNYC]

I totally agree. In fact I have a poem I wrote on the subject titled "the moment of my opus" I'll post it soon. Keep an eye out for it.
hardraverNYC
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PLUR
"we must be the change
we want to see in the
world" --Gandi

 

[cherub]

fox, i completely understand you right now
I feel like i have so much in my head i can not get the words in order
i look at the blank page as my enemy *sigh *
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Just takes one angel to change a life
~~~~CHERUB~~~~
Aka: Mommyhen
~I still belive in your eyes~-Gigi D'Agostino
~~~I can be your Wendy, and you can be my Peter Pan. And we can fly to Neverneverland~~~

 

[Noodle]

Sometimes there is only to start marking the page and just go and go. You'll catch up with one of those great moments again and then you will be right there creating it.

 

[satori18]

there is some kind of strange communication lapse between external influence, thought, rationalizing,brain, then arm, then pencil, then paper
frustration isn't it
it's one of those things that even hope or postivity hs no effect on, except to be okay with the fact that somethigs are better left as fleeting thoughts
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"one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain"-marley
"if dreams were thunder, and lightning was desire, this old house would have burned down a long time ago"b.raitt
"there is a party in my mind, and i hope it never stops, there is a party up there allt he time, we are gonna party till we drop"d.byrne
***satori shalom***