Saturday, January 26, 2008

All Is Well (Or A Deep Hole At The Very Least)




Thinking all was lost, I closed my eyes. Lost for days in a veritable plantation of ennui, the lush overgrowth of tedium threatening to choke me, with no breeze of inspiration to cool me, I made my peace with the Muses and prepared for the end. Unused thoughts, some even worthy of transcription, slowly inched through my mind and a ticker of similes and alliterative double-entendre beamed across the bottom of my screen, mocking me with their clarity. The intensity of their presence imperiled my near-dead corneas. Irony forced my lips into a grotesque sneer, stretching wide, encouraging clenched, near-gray enameled dentition to capture the rays one last time before forever accepting the inevitability of what might come after.

With my last reserves of inspiration depleted, the stirring nigglers of scampering brain farts popped their last pops and offered themselves as sacramental offerings, teetering on the precipice before falling into the void of eternal oblivion. I mentally Crossed myself while simultaneously cursing Melete, Mneme, Erato, Polyhymnia and the other goddesses whose names I couldn’t remember and possessed no resource to research.

Einstein’s quandary being what it is, I have no knowledge of specific timeframes, but at some point I felt cool zephyrs of metaphor across my face and heard the whirr-r-r of adjectival chopper blades break the silent doldrums. Then, I felt the touch of Roget’s Raiders as they lifted me onto a large conjugation and whisked me away. I would live to fight another day, maybe, hopefully, in another way. The daughters of Zeus never abandon their pups, even if they do understand the sweet ecstasy of privation.

9 comments:

amuirin said...

*laughs*

cruel wenches, muses are.

Jo Janoski said...

Cruel, but jeepers, your wench...err...I mean muse, sure comes with a lot of commotion. Oh, jeez, a double-entendre! She's infectious! Oops, another one...I'm outta here...

Bubba said...

Amuirin-- Cruel, indeed... you know the old saying, 'can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em'.

Jo-- Uhhh... yea... I mean, ummm...errrr, that is to say... is it just me or is it getting hot in here?

Karen said...

I wish I had your kind of "brain farts"....

;)

Is your e-mail still messed up, or are you just ignoring me? (sniff*sniff)

hfurness said...

Here it is... I love simple solutions to cruel problems... Sometimes dumping your muse is the cruelest step - but she is always fun to follow - Okla homa

Bubba said...

Karen-- Really? Tell you what I'll do... I'll trade you straight up... my brain farts for your BFA in Creative Writing. Whaddya say?

Harry, my man-- *snort* (Inside joke, folks... sorry)

Karen said...

Okay, but only if you promise to actually do something with the degree...like, go for your Masters or a Phd...or, at least enlighten the world....

Anonymous said...

This is a prose poem! Paisley sent me over here. Great writing! I like your mental musings, and all the different turns of phrase you use here.

Bubba said...

Karen-- Even now I can feel the world issuing a collective sigh of relief in the duality presented by my lack of pursuit towards higher education and world enlightenment. I'll leave that to those of you with the right stuff to sweeten the cake properly.

Mariacristina-- Thanks for stopping by. I'm happy that you enjoyed it.