At that exciting and frustrating point when one sits down to decide the
boundaries and crux of a new piece. I know the main source -- the Gest of Robyn
Hood and Adam Bell. I know the topic vaguely -- the tension between a system
of authoritarain written law and oral concillatory customary law and the way in
which the latter continues to be associated with the King in the late fifteenth
century as evidenced by his pardon power -- but all still very uncertain.
I know one thing about depression for sure. It can paralyze one so she cannot
get out of her own self endlessly scratching old wounds and thus stopping
creative work. Or, one can push beyond it and become lost in something
delightful, like the Gest, and then discover that through one's escape from
endless focus on the self, she (or he) not only moved past melancholy for a
moment, but that one actually has a weapon to fight it with.
Have seen this on ASD a lot over the years. I think of a drawing I recall that
Elegy drew a couple of years back, or poetry some of written and posted.
Wonder if the depression is a sick kind of blessing that prompts the creative
impulse?
In any event, I just pray fatigue and pain do not hit today until the "push"
has been made.
Rosena
Rosena
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