Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Peacekeeper Take Your Time

A typical narrative: some hook to catch their attention - then you rev it up, rev it up, rev it up - to climax - and then it all comes down and settles into afterglow.

Take no prisoners,
only kill...

And if you lose interest in the narrative halfway, you can either abandon it or (if you're attached to it and think of the hours you've put in) force out words to allow it to limp along to its conclusion. 1,000 words a day. 2,000. It doesn't matter. Just keep churning. Fill the pages. Can always come back and edit.

But we still have time to hate
and there's always something we can sell

But you won't cos you don't care enough. The work, the great work is just another monstrous abortion. This manuscript is worth only the fire you're going to use to light it with. And not even that.

Don't be afraid to fight
Love is a sweet surprise

I want to write what happened after but I can't. The fingers are as numb as my lips. I understand the concept of deadening the senses with alcohol. But what will we do when we're ghosts?







Jenn said...

When the night is cold and still
when you thought you'd had your fill
this is not a test it's not a drill
take no prisoners, break their will.

perl hacker said...

Hard to believe that the beginning of the end might look something like this (per the song's namesake):


Jenn said...

Yay, you're back.

It's the irony of it all...peace-keeper...

perl hacker said...


And glad to be so! Sorry, I started a new job several weeks ago and without fail, those first few weeks with a new company are always a non-stop, 500-gallon brain enema.

Jenn said...

Did you move from Texas to California?