My brain, when I write, is completely confused. It struggles at the bottom of a well, trying to find something that will give the song permanence in this world. To bring a song into existence seems difficult. Most successes, however, are simple. But I have not found a simple way to do things. I keep searching. Just because something takes a lot of time does not mean that it is not urgent, it is urgent every minute. That’s why this situation is impossible.
Comme Un Guerrier by Christian Fevret (Throat Culture magazine, 1992). Originally posted Jan 4, 2013 at DrHGuy.com, a predecessor of Cohencentric