the artist's voice in the 9-5: thank God for morning pages

 

 She had fallen off too quickly, too smashed by the forced fiction; The steady, everyday, non stop over-pressure momentum of the last 12 weeks.  Everything had become outside. Haphazard, and unsteady to the self. Moving too quickly in an agony of electronics and over arching people please.No wonder it got lost. The artist's voice?  the  one true rhythmn of the self? those struggles of the reaches of the  false base beneath. This is  9-5fighting, the hammering of the present, and the drowning in the swallow of the fight to just be. MB