No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others. ~ Martha Graham
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Fat Friday
There are seven of them. Extra, soft and pillowy pounds put on in a frantic grasping. Sweets and vinegary salts stuffed anxiously into a mouth of hungry searching. Quiet nibbles and deep sighing as milks wash melting over the caps of my teeth.
I relent.
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LISTS
Write a list of…
1. things you want to do when you grow up
2. books you want to write
3. everything you truly believe in
4. your favourite smells and tastes
5. faces you wish you could paint
6. important things you are avoiding telling someone
7. letters you want to write and the people you want to write them to
8. anything that you have ever done that has made you feel incredibly warm and good inside
9. anything you have ever done that has made you feel incredibly empty and hell inside
10. lists you will never write
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Lists make me do stuff like laugh, cry and accomplish things. Sometimes they even hurt in my gut and heart.
Pick one of those up there and do it tonight, or whenever the hell you want.
Happy New Year!
I have many lists in my head. Sometimes they hurt, but I have a vision of where I’m heading.