The Sleep of Babies

April 30, 2005

Tonight was the reward for enduring a relatively rotten week in real life: an evening watching the Mingus Big Band (a great show… more later), then midnight coffee and working on some new poems. I will finally get to sleep guilt-free.

I realized tonight that my work is often– maybe always– about impossibility. The impossibility of communication. The paradox of my emotions. Trying to conceive of the endlessly broken as some kind of whole. Of impossible situations and my contribution to creating them. Tonight I realized that I may be in one of those impossible places again. Tomorrow it will probably distress me– tonight the blinders remain firmly in place and I just run…

Tags: Music, Psyche