On the way to MS Word (on a computer it is sometimes a journey), through Mozilla Firefox, and the NY Times Website, I saw an interesting headline: Bullfighting is Dead. I didn’t stop to read it; I have to write this, but the title did make me laugh. Ah, O.k.

I was reading about silent movies this week. I think I’ve mentioned this before. I love silent movies. If my writing could be a silent movie, I think I could achieve somethinc. I know that doesn’t make much sense, but that’s my point. Ah, what’s your point? You don’t make much sense. No, it’s just that some of this babbling I do, it’s because, ah, I want it to be quiet. Huh? Logic, language, sense, it’s not fragrant. Or, it can be if it’s logical, beautiful, and sensible. Like silence.

Ideas matter. The hubbub should be the hub. (Luckily I saw that headline earlier, cuz this would’ve been the title). The noise that is the tools of creation, needs to be purposeful, needs to come from somewhere. The somewhere is the key. It is amazing how simple this is. You may discover what you are doing, when you are doing it, but you are still doing it, even if you don’t know what you were doing (tense?, makin’ you tense), until you, ah, were. (Whew, in case that was um, whatever it was, just imagine me slippin’ and fallin’, but instead of getting up, “me” pushing on the sidewalk, so that the sidewalk lifts up, and then it lifts me up, and then I push the sidewalk back down, and I stay up. Imagine, in other words, I’m in a silent movie).

I have always had trouble, and still do, coming up with the word for “idea” in the context of art-making. I’ve tried using “heartdea”. It doesn’t really work tho. Maybe nothinc works and that’s just it. I mean the “somewhere” in art, where is it? You’re coming from it, but you’re going towards it. That’s why artists don’t really talk ‘bout this one-to-one correspondence in the way I jus’ talked ‘bout it. Instead of parachuting into a land, it’s like the world is falling on them.

Well I just started reading the article about bullfighting, stuck for the last couple of lines. It turns out the headline (the “cut-to” or whatev it’s called in internet interface speak) did not give the full title. It’s actually, “Bullfighting Is Dead! Long Live the Bullfight!”