...what I take to be the recreational consumption of consciousness-restructuring invisible culture product is in fact a feedback loop informing me of the affect I am choosing to insulate at a given moment. Y'know, like dreaming.
-- J. Davis
...As for the grown-up songs, dusty & old, I tried looking for a thread & there is one, rather tenuous, but it's about competing desires: change vs. stasis.
-- K. Hanlon
"I see tangled body politic, being in love with God and struggling to love everyone else in between, with a special disgust on reserve for others. That nutshell fits pretty snug."
-- J. Hopper
...the words I wrote down didn't tell me about my life precisely because the act of interpretation you requested would have required a more detailed patterning as its basis. The words I had just didn't take me far enough.
"OK. That's my serious answer. But then, I'm not always so serious; that's one thing my songs (as opposed to words) told me. So here's a more flippant answer: "The words told me I'm sentimental, pessimistic, wish I could believe in all that is good"--things I already knew.
"And here's a more literal answer: "That I'm beautiful, believe in fairy tales, say yes yes yes to love, am just a speck of desire"--one lie after the next.
-- B. Friedlander
An outside reader would probably think I sit at the window, wringing my hands as I wait for my man to return from sea or something. I don't, of course. But, uh, metaphorically at least, I probably do more often that I care to admit lately.
-- J. Draper