One Word

I know, I know. The title seems like one of those stupid ass surveys you get on myspace or facebook asking you to describe something using one word. This is not that, I promise. This post is about something different and profound, at least to me. I love looking up at the stars at night. I love to find Orion and travel down its belt to find the star Sirius and then meander up up up to the Seven Sisters and just Be. I love looking at the night sky because when I think about the vastness of the universe, how absolutely BIG it is I am reminded of just what I, my tiny little human self, is a part of. I then feel as if I can do anything, like i am meant to be anything and I feel renewed. I feel supernatural.

ONE WORD

The Universe comprises everything we perceive to physically exist, the entirety of space and time, all forms of matter and energy, and the physical laws and constants that govern them. However, the term Universe may be used in slightly different contextual senses, denoting such concepts as the cosmos, the world, or Nature.


The word universe means One Word. That's the literal meaning of it. I think about the one word that God uttered to create the universe. What was it? As a lover of words I am more than aware of their power and their effects on us. I have, for years and years, sometimes blithely uttered, written or read without giving due respect to them. That's about to change though. My last post concerned books and how fed up I was with them. I am bored with the same stories, told the same way, by interchangeable people. But I have to back track on that now. I have to remember to restore the power back to the word and to use it in much the same way that God did.



Tonigh't I'm sure I'm going to do the same thing I do every night when there are no clouds: I will go outside and look up up up and out into the vast unknown. I will make sure to remember what I have written today and I will pray that the words will come. The words, oh yes, the words. And their power.

Literati

Literati: n. the literary intelligentsia, well-educated people who are interested in literature.

This weekend has been unusual for Alabama. We were iced in. Now mind you it only takes a little bit of ice to shut my little city down but it was fun nonetheless to be shut in.....but only for a minute. By day 2 I was pretty much not fucking happy about being stuck inside. I was invited to a book clun meeting this weekend and for lack of anything better to do i decided that maybe i should go. After a few minutes of deep contemplation however, I decided that I just didnt want to go. For whatever reason, I just didn't feel like being a member of the Literati this weekend. As a matter I don't know if i can stand one more room full of insufferably hip people who think they know anything about everything. I didn't think I could handle one more person, puffed up on their own sense of importance, spout another word about good and bad literature. There really is no right choice in book....You like what you like...end of story.
I can't quite say what prompted by foul mood. Since i have, for most of my life, been a book lover, I didn't know what caused this sudden and virulent change of opinion about some of my fellow readers. My guess is that I have been so thoroughly disappointed by the things I'm reading lately that I have been unable to forgive the authors of the books I'm reading. I've been wanting to throw the whole of my library into the fiery pit and start over!




Yes this is irrational, as most writers seem to really care about writing the best story that they can (Don't they?) but still....I'm done with the bullshit I've been reading lately. Please please help me and tell me of some really good books they have a passable plot and some steamy dialogue!!! Alabama is still in the midst of this funky cold snap and my sanity just may depend on it! See ya next time.