Delayed Relief

[talktooloose]

What I want to know is if writing makes me feel so good (not only as I do it but after I've done it), why do I neurotically avoid getting down to it until I'm a complete emotional mess?

Ack! It's so hard not having Snake here. I offload a lot of ordering of my life onto him. He says, "Hey, let's go to sleep now," and off we go. Otherwise I stay up until the wee and suffer the next.

I saw a doc on Tony Kushner yesterday (excellent, inspiring) and today rewatched parts of Angels in America. The density of thought and feeling in that piece is exactly the kind of writing I want to do, although in a different medium. I also became terribly worried that I'm like Louis; ultimately selfish and more in love with ideas than people.

Do we all wonder if we really know how to love? I like to say love is in the action, not the feeling, but I doubt this little gem of homespun wisdom sometimes. I doubt my capacity. I'm just a kid with a bag of candies on the playground.

Morbid thoughts. Time to go to sleep.

Tomorrow: water the garden, do more writing, try and find a bike for painglass (I may have one), go see a movie, go to a slutty party. Sounds like a plan.

Comments

[briseur.livejournal.com]

> a love action is hollow without the emotion, just as the emotion is unfulfilled without the action.

Thank you for having thought about this so I no longer have to think about it.

[painglass.livejournal.com]

I think about love and the nature of love quite often. I've loved too often and freely to not think about it. However, I was not offering this to put an end to the debate, merely to add a new dimension, from my perspective, to the debate. If you feel this answers all there is to question about love, then you can stop thinking about it. (lucky you!) Me, I feel like its just a single piece of the love puzzle. But then again, even the simple becomes complex when it enters my mind. :P I can pick things to death.

[briseur.livejournal.com]

I don't know that I'd say it answers all my questions about love, but it certainly says as much as needs be said on the rapport between action and emotion. Now that I write it that way, I think that may be applicable ti the rapport between action & emotion generally, not just as regards love, though certainly most poignantly as regards love.
I too think about love & its nature quite often. I am increasingly inclined to relishing its nuances rather than seeking answers to questions, as this gives me more pleasure.