Regret

Good grief, man; shouldn't you be working as a radio voice? Or for movie animation recording?

I'm in love with your voice. (Now there's a story in the night!)

And I just overcame the voice by rereading the text yet again and yes, I've felt that fear. With the amount of reading I do for certain friends, I've actually asked one if a phrase I've used was lifted from their work or was truly mine.

Love this.

Ditto what Susan said. Love this. Can I borrow I teaspoon of sugar, er, prose?

thank you susan. indulge that feeling - i'm sure you will turn it into something worthwhile! on the issue: this remains an inextricable paradox as long as we read and write as we should.

d'arcy - a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go round...there we go borrowing. insincerely yours, flawnt poppins.

This is a marvel of piece, Finnegan. Put me in mind of Basho in his Narrow Road to the Interior. Especially am drawn to "come to a hut, knock at the door and, upon seeing eye to unseeing eye with my destiny". Wonderful work.

thanks sam, that feels good to hear. need to check basho...

heh...

I like the space this occupies; it's a truly 'negative' space, a magic mirror; we've all got lines scribbled down that are really right and not our own! A true to life example of this (for me) involves music - for a time I was playing a ton of guitar. I'd listen to the radio, and start playing along with things I liked, somehow one of these figures ended up in song for the band and someone came up to me after a show and basically accused me of lifting a riff . . . i couldn't place where I came up with it, but it might have been an unconscious lift. Yikes, problems with originality -- as old as philosophy itself.

ha, D'Arcy's comment makes me feel the same way about certain comments to stories

really "get" this piece and feel it

thanks matt ("heh"? i read this somewhere before...), jack and david - i'm glad this resonates with you.

a fear worth feeling. are we not the voices we have heard?

Very resonant. I enjoyed this.

thanks cynthia and larry - and i like your observation "are we not the voices we have heard". could be a part of this piece, almost.

Bloody hell. Is there no end to what comes out of that noodle of yours.

as of kafka of old, a fable true

i hold my noodle in high esteem. i think we all should.