an impotent orchard

i lack knowledge. i’d like to have a pile of particulars on something worth saying.

and i lack understanding. i want country-sized comprehension of something worth sharing.

but mostly, i lack imagination. give me back my childhood guises and glasses, i’ll find worth myself.

i am impelled to turn my words. this diseased first-person will argue up every angle. (and take down every angel.)

we lack worth.

our words aren’t weapons, they’re impotent orchards.

we compare ourselves to greatness so we always fail. and we compare ourselves to the lesser so that we may survive. our lil lives of self-denial.

let us eliminate comparisons. rip them out. wallpaper which other people chose.

there is no risk in losing perspective or principles, unless they’re so precarious to be solely based on the existence of another.

if we’re connected to other people or things, even if only by the shared subjection of energy; potential, magnetic, and other variations, then we should depend on an innate state.

i did not see the eclipse. tho, i saw the rising moon. it was not red.

you can find the following’s original here.

Johnny Marr made his name [the second time] as lead guitarist with [indie] [American] rock band [Modest Mouse], regarded by some as one of the most influential bands of th[is century]. Along with [Isaac Brock], Marr created some of the most memorable and acclaimed songs of that [time], with [Brock’s] witty, satirical lyrics and [schizophrenic] vocals perfectly complemented by Marr's distinctive jangly guitar style. The band's catchy melodies and [Brock’s] eccentric and charismatic stage presence ensured that [Modest Mouse] developed a large and devoted following in the U[S]. To this day, they are namechecked by most up-and-coming [American alternative] bands as an influence.