Darkling Breaths

May 09, 2007 22:48

My finest writing is invective, empowered by adrenaline to torque barbed metaphors into ethical stances that pierce as they provide cover. I am Pope incarnate, stirring disdain in prologues of putative mockery and logical subtlety. And, upon reaching the final period, I hold down the shift key and tap the cursor to the beginning of the passage. I know not which literary forebears I honor when pressing delete, but there is no satisfaction in bludgeoning an antagonist, no matter how stylish the maneuver. I am buzzed on coffee and sugarless gum and can achieve the effect without venom, in gleeful innocuousness. In so doing, the repudiation is colorless, pathetic in simplicity, but it transforms the composure of the opposition from a dragon to a hamster. The only hint of abjuration is in disquieting punctuation: the freely frolicking comma, the leisurely stretching em dash, the slyly slanting semicolon.

Spoke in song and twanging accents with Melissa en route to Massachusetts, where we tramped around Harvard Square and Boston Common with our beloved Californian tour guide. Returned to Maryland only to drive to Dover the next night and then to Philly for a Connie Francis concert with Morgan S. and Lady V., complete with crazy antics involving Chelton Hills. Then a movie night with the glam of Velvet Goldmine accented with bottomless cosmos and dirty girl scouts. I also appeared briefly in the school paper and saw Altered States, Spider-Man 3, Volver, and Nowhere in Africa.

I have a new nickname and an adorable sea turtle screen saver. Wow. There has been craziness.
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