I feel like a server on a DSL or cable line. Always open to the thoughts flying around out there, and some stimuli acts like a cursor that clicks it onscreen. Yet I can’t focus on something when called upon, as in New Media today. Can’t think on my feet anymore. Come to think of it, this last year of over 1100 posts in Spinning were created from seated (deep-seated?) inspiration out in the backyard, and followed through while seated at the computer.
Better to get this down before I forget it, but I’ll have to come back to carry the thought because I must go make dinner for the lonely.
Barthes’ (S/Z) Writerly Reading/Writing versus Readerly Reading/Writing can be applied to these statements:
She wore a red dress.
She wore a dress the color of blood.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology