abstractionists move in shadow
casting forms in reality.

i just blurted that out a minute or so ago, and the more i think about it, the more it seems more like a conjecture i can't fault.

i realized why i haven't written in a while. between the musical poetry of jets to brazil, radiohead, sonic youth, promise ring, the mr. t experience, and a slew of other bands/musicians, most of my thoughts are covered...
when i was a child i jump-started the artist in me because it was the only way for me to view/read/feel/taste/hear/know what i wanted to. who knows better what it is you want than yourself? so i made the things i wanted because no one else had. now, i'm 19, and having discovered these bands/poets relatively recently (in a new light anyway) it is everything i would have put into words myself, and in much the same 'style' as well.
so lately when i felt the need for poetry, i just directed winamp to the corresponding section of my playlist to whichever feeling i currently had in me.
having realized that, i knew that as much of my mental ground they covered, there must be alot that was passed up. so i've been digging, to find non-traversed earth, on which myself the shadow can cast forms.
so far yielding not much, but i feel it's there, closer all the time, the way a thirsty man in the desert can smell water (if he realized it was water he was smelling.)

erm, yeah. so.
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