Banality Anyone?

Posted on November 17, 2005 in Disappointment Routine

That buzz of the lawnmowers again. Over to my right. Back of my head and out the window. Or is it an echo from the right foreground beneath the liquid ambers, the pines, and the acacias? Is the cutting of the grass important in this world of news and scandal, of National Novel Writing Month, and clever hits against public figures that I never seem to be able to make?

The sun is there and I am there to see it. I’m looking over my blog and thinking of deleting the last two bits that I wrote simply because they represent blunt burial shovels, just like the ones so many other people use to “cover the news”. Whatever happened to the “original voice”? Bring it up and people drop cliches like “it isn’t a cliche if it is new to you”. No one understands that the fingers must marry the brain and that the brain must not just blab out repetitions.

And this is going nowhere. I should never do pieces on film or Big Media again. They’re just disarticulated pieces of me being flung out to land on the living grass.