Sunday, August 19, 2012

Pride And Purpose

Sunday brings out the worst in me. I feel a little  restless, almost desperate. I'm only happy if I'm working. Oh, I could write. Let's just be honest here; how many more Ronny Elliott songs does the world need?

It occurs to me at this stage in life that it's a sketchy body of work that I will leave behind. I mean Beckett wrote "Waiting For Godot" before I accidentally began writing it over again. And again.

The weather suits my mood. I hope it rains.


2 comments:

  1. "Waiting for Godot." What's it about? Really.
    Synopsize, please.

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  2. There is nothing. We have to search for meaning and there is none. Who will mow the lawn when I'm gone?

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