Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
'Sehend deine Haltung, interessiert mich dein Ziel nicht.'
'waiworinao' = 'why worry now'
The mere prospect of some books lightens my mood; but then I set out to read.
Lately when I am told about the plot of a book, or a movie, I find I care little about the particular details, so that if someone tries to give them to me I take it as a sign that the plot is not all that interesting. But if it can be described to me in what are practically generic terms - it's about a girl detective, it's about a private eye in Nazi Germany, it's a picaresque about an astronomer and a surveyor crossing colonial America - well then I'm interested.
In order for me to write at any length (and for any length of time) here, I seem to need to start from a great wealth of significance, a felt connection to a body of important things, ideas, moments, experiences, which all provide the background against which I can focus on some small detail that moves me to write, typically when I am struck by a sense that only through centering around that detail do all the things in the background make their real importance known.
I am constantly aware of this, and constantly feel that the background is not there - and so I am continually at sea (where there is no background because it all looks the same).
'And satisfaction is not had, and philosophy is not done, once and for all.'
I woke up with a theme from the Orb stuck in my head, but it was stripped of all its menacing sexual overtones.
I think I've found a use for Villalobos.
'I believe what is most worth telling is always what cannot be told.'