new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Great, totally scary containment in a small space of a precise (and familiar, ow!) feeling as of one's brain being pervaded by slimy alien intrusions, which turn out to be emanating from... one's brain.Oh, "black inkling of writhing tentacles," absolutely. (To paraphrase Seferis, "Lord, not among these neurons. Let your will be done another way.")
No pun intended but it takes nerve to withstand such krakens!Thanks for sharing your thoughts on this.
Well, they weren't exactly... thoughts, Vassilis.That would be over-dignifying them. Or perhaps over-dignifying oneself."O for a Life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!"WV = caraidneAriadne spins such curious neuronal webs, sometimes... from her lair deep beneath the thalassophinous sea.