I want to write to light the world with no stale reflection but the brightness of a new morning when even soggy mud seems to glow like a crystal. I want to live in a world that not only did I create but I observed and dissolved myself into, I don’t want these words on paper to be separate from those I feel in my head or sense through my toes. I want not to describe but merely project the beauty and fantastical splendour of the world we live in. I want to re-create the life I live and the world which is shaped around not rock but my eyes and imagination. Nothing should be toned down; nothing can be exaggerated because the only level of moderation is that which we force ourselves and our minds to believe in, to make sense in. I don’t want to explain but merely confuse, I want not to compound or categorise but release. There are limits on reality and the source of reality but no limits of the fantasies our minds can create for us. Never believe in limits, they only constrict. Drop yourself into an eternal mystery of your ever spinning mind and never, never close your eyes.
Well, if you want to communicate your personal nirvanna, if you want to share it with others, you'll have to give confusion a quick kick out the back door. Fantasy and dream-like writing are wonderful goals but instead of being corrupted by 'limits' they will grow. Nothing constricts more than prose that refuses even the rudiments of discipline.
but you still need to be able to communicate in such a way that people can understand you - that is if you're writing for others. if it's for yourself, go ahead..enjoy..confusion is the path to understanding..apparently
