Flesh Feast
24th December 2008I feel untethered.
I read this in the street on the way home the other day. It contributed to my feelings of existential loneliness and despair. It contributed to my feelings of hopelessness and dread. It contributed to my feelings of fear and spiritual starvation. You should read it, too, though I’ve got number 39 of 50, apparently, so I will feel like a .50 caliber special if you can’t get one anymore.
Meanwhile, I’m a smallish red balloon floating around a musty European town, looking for a nice boy to follow.
Adrift.
I’m off.
27th December 2008 at 9:41 pm
Thanks for this. I am glad that you liked my chap book.
Yours,
Socrates
28th December 2008 at 1:12 am
Hi Ani,
Just popping in to say hello,it’s been a long time. As always, I enjoy reading your work. It’s not often I find something that gives me the opportunity to think.
Thanks for that :)
Adrift in a world of answerless questions (or meaningless answers depending on how you look at it), 42
1st January 2009 at 1:34 am
You may feel small and without course, but I’m betting you’re of more importance and wield more power than you know. Whichever of us is right, good luck.
7th January 2009 at 9:59 pm
Socrates: I want to marry your chapbook and have lots and lots of human-chapbook babies. Will you set us up on a blind date, please? I hope you had a nice holiday.
42: Hi again, thanks for dropping by. I like meaningless answers. It’s the answerless questions that trouble me.
Jack: That is sweet of you to say, Jack. Thank you. :) That was a reference to an old movie called The Red Balloon, which I love and which felt incredibly appropriate a week or two ago and hasn’t lost it’s relevance for fifty odd years.