I should just step away from the computer. Only I find I can’t. Because, you see, my fingers aren’t done yet. But it’s just nonsense that tumbles and cartwheels into syllables. Linguistic rhythmic gymnastics. Sounds balancing on the palms of my hands, morphemes twirling around my arms, words jumping over-under-around-through ribbons of meaning. This floor routine of semantic handsprings and backflips, performed on a keyboard, my fingers carrying all the agility and flexibility that I wish my spine, my legs, my hips could have. Though even if they could, I think I would always find this mental push, this stretch beyond the limits of reality more satisfying than anything my physical self could accomplish. |
Comments (6)
I know that feeling – like something is pulling you to keep going
I really like the words you used to say that!
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i feel like that sometimes too…..and i always seem to give in…it’s very hard to step away.
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he he yeah that happens…take care and have a great weekend
Shei, I love the way that you write, and the words that you use…If one day I know 10% of the English that you have I will be very glad…Your English is better than many americans English!!!!!!!!!
Kisses…
that blog reminds me a line from a friend(though not really related)
“Punning is a vice and there’s no vice-versa”