But once again, I'm blocked. I guess you could call this "creative constipation"; but in the several times through the past week when I've recorded something from my car, in my studio or even (last night) at the ball park...I have been unable to write or speak in a way that is publishable.
Of course the questionable quality of my podcasting has never stopped me from publishing content before. A lengthy episode of "quacking like a duck" might not seem interesting or intelligible, but it is my podcast prerogative to publish such "quackery"! Prepare ye listeners for the auditory song of the mighty "Anas Platyrhynchos"! Let the quacking commence!
But despite my recording of too many hours of Mallardious speak; I cannot bring myself to "Fowl" the auditory canal of my friends and fellow runners with the "Ducked" up topics of conversation that I have committed to digital encoding.
I got nothin.
Of course, this too shall pass. I'm sure to wake up one morning with something urgent that I'd like to share with you through the podcast channel. I have a long list of episode ideas for Phedippidations that have been "in the queue" for many solar orbits. My seventh Podiversary will be celebrated on July 4th (no small coincidence that it was on that day in 2005 when I declared my independance from commerical media).
You've not heard the last of me.
Yesterday by W. S. Merwin My friend says I was not a good sonyou understand I say yes I understand he says I did not go to see my parents very often you know and I say yes I know even when I was living in the same city he says maybe I would go there once a month or maybe even less I say oh yes he says the last time I went to see my father I say the last time I saw my father he says the last time I saw my father he was asking me about my life how I was making out and he went into the next room to get something to give me oh I say feeling again the cold of my fathers hand the last time he says and my father turned in the doorway and saw me look at my wristwatch and he said you know I would like you to stay and talk with me oh yes I say but if you are busy he said I don't want you to feel that you have to just because I'm here I say nothing he says my father said maybe you have important work you are doing or maybe you should be seeing somebody I dont want to keep you I look out the window my friend is older than I am he says and I told my father it was so and I got up and left him then you know though there was nowhere I had to go and nothing I had to do |
