love-sick miners at night
"then my heart it grew ashen and sober
as the leaves that were crisped and sere-
as the leaves that were withering and sere,..."
This sickness consumes me - this waiting, this unknowing, this stasis - and I wonder was I the right person cast for this part? My lines, in this play, fall uneasily from my lips. This character, without dept, his longing, his helplessness, his blatant contradictions..., has little to do with me or I him. And yet I still dawn the persona as if it were my own, masquerading around as if everything were ok.
I search hard for his motives but find myself at a loss - too many unanswered questions...
Tonight I shall give myself a break from this character and pursue other interests. There is a show tonight, an acid jazz performance in old town. It should be quite relaxing and perhaps a smile will come back to my face.
as the leaves that were crisped and sere-
as the leaves that were withering and sere,..."
This sickness consumes me - this waiting, this unknowing, this stasis - and I wonder was I the right person cast for this part? My lines, in this play, fall uneasily from my lips. This character, without dept, his longing, his helplessness, his blatant contradictions..., has little to do with me or I him. And yet I still dawn the persona as if it were my own, masquerading around as if everything were ok.
I search hard for his motives but find myself at a loss - too many unanswered questions...
Tonight I shall give myself a break from this character and pursue other interests. There is a show tonight, an acid jazz performance in old town. It should be quite relaxing and perhaps a smile will come back to my face.