Friday, March 07, 2008

The blank slate

All writers know its secrets, its blend of endless potential and painful insufficiency.

Yet, every time it hits me with the same brutal beauty. In a way I do not want to have a web log. I want the words unsaid to be the all there is. And now I cannot even conjure that moment as I dragged my feet through the blue water and its infinitude of sand.

The serenity of being. With my shoes back on I asked the bartender for a scotch; “sin hielo, por favor”. IKEA glasses. Det är sent på jorden.

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Another CFP, this time for a conference in Pavia, Italy, 16-17 September. I should give up my melancholia and put together an application. Bis gleich!

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