Cherice's Pieces

Bombarded by a steady stream of data, demands, and decisions, she felt fragmented—uncertain of herself and even less certain of her place in the current universe. She wished that a pause button would induce a state of suspended animation, creating a conceptual place outside the fabric of space-time where she could recompose herself. In that space she would collect and consider pieces of herself. She would sift, sort, synthesize, reshape, and revise her thoughts, her life, and herself there.

Monday, September 03, 2007

Of Motivation, Meaning, Method, & Madness

The work sucks me in--

Pushes my thinking,

Changes my mind--

Synthesizes substance,

Sculpts shape,

In a del.icio.us Flickr of time

That lasts for hours

And passes in seconds.

But prevailing paradigms

Pull . . . ideas, teeth, fingernails,

Imprison . . . change

Force . . . fearful flickers of thought

Smother . . . creativity

In tomes--

Filled with dead words

That pass in seconds

But linger a lifetime.

Epitaph (or epilogue, depending on which meaning, method, and/or madness you prefer!)

Cherice Montgomery, September 4, 2007

Monday, September 03, 2007

Of Motivation, Meaning, Method, & Madness

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