A Time For Reminiscing About Us

October 9, 2012~

A Time For Reminiscing About Us

Hello everyone,

 Tonight I find myself reminiscing about a few key elements in my week that I keep turning over in my mind, like a pancake thrown out to me by a nutty maid. Over and over, these ideas coerce, and they melt together. They might land on my head, or the floor . . . but unfortunately, they are not strung together into one form of any type that flows together, really making sense. You know. Tests have the same type of spirit about them, well, leastways when you haven’t studied. Tonight I realized that I truly don’t retain the necessary information about my readers that I need to harness in order to ride the horse of desire. Much of my musings over the week have centered upon audience, which brings everyone together into one mix of people, all of who share common experiences or interests. In the educational environment such focus becomes an innate part of every system in which the professor speaks to student; the student, in turn, speaks to audience in the correct manner. The sheer number of various, common areas are unimaginable in which these people could be. Audience could be hiding in your pocketbook, or on the television in the patented, charismatic styles of those who dress up for that very occasion of becoming grand personalities for the benefit of the viewer. I understand audience. I am not entirely certain however, that everyone does.

For many years I rolled through academia, of sorts, all of the sparkling rhymes and meters of musical lands, been on teams, and still . . . I have sporadically written about all of them, taking as I sat down with a paper and a pencil over my ear with a silly smile, bits and pretty shards, broken, placed into my mind by them, which I borrowed. Borrowed all of these which were most interesting to me. Yet, were I to give a story to one within any of those different categories of my life, the bulk and the heaviness that came in the package must have been too much, and . . . I am not entirely certain that their weight had been felt by me. Audiences are so complex! Nothing appeals to one as a whole, because each individual within that audience is different. All of you reading this maintain questions, that float inside your mind bobbing and meandering around up there, but those which do not necessarily merge with those of your fellow peers reading this. I read a story for the Speculative Edge this past week, tailored specifically by the author for an audience that appeared to be much younger, for its main theme had a detailed description of magic flowing through the pages. And yet, how is it that I now limit myself to simply taking the simple idea, before turning to the person next to me, about twenty-two, who absolutely finds herself, or, himself, riveted by the altitude that magic knows, and such a world. Shame on me then! I think that we have a simple idea indeed, of audience. Perhaps we should broaden it.

Well, have a good morning everyone. Somehow, it appears bright and sunny even though it’s the fall. Perhaps that has something to do with the fall issue that just came out. The fall is filled with the dark, yet the dark knows something more than outer blackness . . . even space is dotted by stars. In the meantime, behave yourselves, my pets! We all have questions to answer, and as I continue to seek out my quests, I hope that you will, indeed, seek yours, whatever they might be. We float in the outer realms of what could never be seen, yet the interior of which we will always ourselves create. Space and time licks our spirits, but our constant flaming of what the inner strength encloses, is where those touches that we feel, always make sense in our hearts. The questions on the outside simply pass us by . . .

Until next time then,

In The Room That Explodes,

Brooke ~

~ Oh, and if you will please I thank you, for checking this blog between Monday night and Tuesday morning. I seem to have fallen into this gray spot, and it feels quite comfortable. Thank you.