On having nothing to say...
If you like to write as I do, one of the hardest things to realize is the fact there are times when you have nothing to say.
With your fingers on the keyboard, you may briefly muse over Americans charging Julian Assange with spying. You wonder if there is a difference between spying and being a spy. Your mind drifts towards the difference of what Assange is accused of compared to what Julius and Ethel Rosenberg were accused of and whether he will suffer the same fate.
With equally fleeting thoughts you think of the bazaar accusations of Sec. Eric Holder in the Assange case and then to the Westboro Baptist Church preparing to picket the funeral of Elizabeth Edwards.
You think of the nothing you have to work with as you see Anderson Cooper as a cherub with a beautifully cultivated voice espousing lie after straight faced lie on his show named “Keeping them honest”.
You think of the nothing you can write about in the quagmire situation of repealing the Bush Tax Cuts and the quote regarding the ‘tangled’ web we weave when we want to deceive.
Suddenly, up pops the image of yourself many years ago sitting in the balcony of a theater in New York City listening to a young girl on stage singing a song from the musical “A Chorus Line”. The young girl gives a moving and heart wrenching account of going to Arts Highs and learning nothing in Mr. Karps’ improvisational class. You recall her telling you Mr. Karp tells her to drop the class if she is feeling nothing and she ends the song thus:
Six months later I heard that Karp had died.
And I dug right down to the bottom of my soul And cried--
'Cause I felt nothing...
http://www.iamfan.com/~a_chorus_line_soundtrack/lyrics/nothing-188048.htm
I am now free to leave my keyboard. I have paid my dues. The words 'Account receivable' come to mind.
As always,
BB
With your fingers on the keyboard, you may briefly muse over Americans charging Julian Assange with spying. You wonder if there is a difference between spying and being a spy. Your mind drifts towards the difference of what Assange is accused of compared to what Julius and Ethel Rosenberg were accused of and whether he will suffer the same fate.
With equally fleeting thoughts you think of the bazaar accusations of Sec. Eric Holder in the Assange case and then to the Westboro Baptist Church preparing to picket the funeral of Elizabeth Edwards.
You think of the nothing you have to work with as you see Anderson Cooper as a cherub with a beautifully cultivated voice espousing lie after straight faced lie on his show named “Keeping them honest”.
You think of the nothing you can write about in the quagmire situation of repealing the Bush Tax Cuts and the quote regarding the ‘tangled’ web we weave when we want to deceive.
Suddenly, up pops the image of yourself many years ago sitting in the balcony of a theater in New York City listening to a young girl on stage singing a song from the musical “A Chorus Line”. The young girl gives a moving and heart wrenching account of going to Arts Highs and learning nothing in Mr. Karps’ improvisational class. You recall her telling you Mr. Karp tells her to drop the class if she is feeling nothing and she ends the song thus:
Six months later I heard that Karp had died.
And I dug right down to the bottom of my soul And cried--
'Cause I felt nothing...
http://www.iamfan.com/~a_chorus_line_soundtrack/lyrics/nothing-188048.htm
I am now free to leave my keyboard. I have paid my dues. The words 'Account receivable' come to mind.
As always,
BB
posted by BB at 4:11 AM
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