Cadmus Ink

My Shivers

I have spent the last two nights at Diane's and will probably go tonight too. I find that I'm better able to write over there, that my mind isn't nearly as fuzzy. There's just something about this house now that makes me feel almost homeless and scattered.

One of the sentences that came to me yesterday, and it actually just fell out of my head like a mighty beautiful monster, was this:  This nameless Darkling was like a hymn made manifest, and she desired to sing him for the eternity in which she resided.

I know it's from some musical influence as well as reading Clive Barker right now. The greatest horrors have always had a deeply religious undertone for me. It's as though I am constantly approaching an altar made of blood and bone.

Musically speaking, I'm an extremely happy camper at the mo. Extremely. Overwhelmingly so. And I'm making note of that here, for journalistic purposes, but can say no more than that. I just find it amusing that the same elements that met at the crossroads decades along, once again meet with much the same effect.

I believe that there are themes in every person's life that continually repeat themselves as a way of defining the individual. And these themes, these religious icons of a sort, spiral in a dance of creation and perpetuity. My religious icons just happen to be beautiful monsters...with a brilliant disguise.
  • Current Location: home
  • Current Mood: hungry hungry
  • Current Music: songs and such