Jun. 20th, 2002

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I sit here at work, surrounded by mailings to promote artists who are nothing but corporate commodities to people who probably aren't concerned and can't be bothered with listening to the music I'm pushed to send out ASAP, and all I can dream about is water ~ crashing on the shores, bubbling in peaceful ponds cooled by dense plant growth, coursing determinedly over stones and dried wood, threading out across the mountains into lush valleys....
I want to be in the water, beside the water, near the water.
We are now in a severe drought alert here in SC. I haven't seen rain in weeks. It's depressing to see the sun every single day...to be locked in this antiseptic office only to walk out into the glaring oppression of the relentless heat and cloudless sky.
A local radio station is running a contest today where the 93rd caller wins a 4 or 5 day trip to Cancun. When I hear the song of the day, I'm calling...as frantically as I can. I want to run off to where the water is clear turquoise and the sand is fine and white.
I really need to immerse in water and forget the world.
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I was going through my files here at work, trying to clean out some rubbish, and I found this ~ something I wrote last year...and obviously inspired by Barry Andrews' style and mystery.

The Sanctity of Shame

A thousand years the Whisper drifted, singling out its souls
Those who heard its message threw their bodies on the coals
A thousand more it breathed its ineluctable refrain
Into the ears of hopelessness
The Sanctity of Shame.

Abomination spake its tongue, this Whisper of an Age
Forgotten by the Idiot, the Maiden, and the Mage
Its power is Unknowing for, unknown, there's no defence
Derision breeds destruction breeds the child and its offence

And so begat the Whisper, twining silent in the dark
To bring the babe a nightmare and a tremour of the heart
The stain of blood on urgent lips from whence the Whisper came
The sacred song of sacrifice
The Sanctity of Shame.

26 March, 2001

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I'm rather flattered )

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