Thursday, July 3, 2008

One work

I have wondered about pieces of work or art that were created only once. What I mean by this is nothing came before it or after it. No matter the pressure nor the yearning for more can bring about something new from the creator. I find myself sitting in bouts of frustration trying to come up with a new lyric, ode or musing I find interesting and be tangled in nothing. Yet, my mind continues to go on pondering concepts which fawn over to exist. I wonder where is the nearly mythical creation waiting for me to actualize is. I trust it may be somewhere in time or it may never be in my reach. The culmination of all that I represent might never be found in my own hands seems like a unending nightmare. I regress back out of mind and think clearly in reality and begin as i always do in speech and then into writing. One piece of work is waiting for me. My only work, nothing before or after it.