{"id":106,"date":"2011-08-26T11:37:00","date_gmt":"2011-08-26T16:37:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/journeythroughtheobsidiandream.wordpress.com\/2011\/08\/26\/the-room"},"modified":"2011-08-26T11:37:00","modified_gmt":"2011-08-26T16:37:00","slug":"the-room","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/journeythroughtheobsidiandream.com\/index.php\/2011\/08\/26\/the-room\/","title":{"rendered":"The Room"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I got my first college care package this week.\u00a0 Of course it was from Aradia.\u00a0 She quoted Adrianne Rich for me at length:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Night-life. Letters, journals, bourbon     <br \/>sloshed in the glass. Poems crucified on the wall,      <br \/>dissected, their bird-wings severed      <br \/>like trophies. No one lives in this room      <br \/>without living through some kind of crisis.      <\/p>\n<p>No one lives in this room     <br \/>without confronting the whiteness of the wall      <br \/>behind the poems, planks of books,      <br \/>photographs of dead heroines.      <br \/>Without contemplating last and late      <br \/>the true nature of poetry. The drive      <br \/>to connect. The dream of a common language.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;Origins of History and Conciousness<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>She muses about whether the room\u201dis the space one inhabits or the the Creative Mind itself.\u00a0 It is both.\u00a0 It is my too-dark, faux-wood paneled living room with the bright white cinderblock wall in front of which I built my altar.\u00a0 It is the echoing cavern of madness where I listen to my muses and transcribe their nearly-incomprehensible wails onto the lining of my skull.\u00a0 It is more.<\/p>\n<p>It is also my life here: a white room with two doors.\u00a0 One of the doors locked behind me when I came in, though there is a fire-ax hanging beside it, the words \u201cBreak In Case of FUBAR\u201d painted carefully in white-and-red across the class.\u00a0 I haven\u2019t found the other door yet, only the walls.\u00a0 Empty walls marked by a few snapshots \u2013 faces of people who might be friends or enemies or (worst of all) indifferent \u2013 and scattered windows I can\u2019t quite see out of.<\/p>\n<p>She goes on to quote Lorrie Moore: \u201cThis is good for your writing.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Of course it is.\u00a0 No matter how good or bad it gets.\u00a0 And whether at the end of this period I go on, as planned, to a Masters in History and a Doctorate in Greek mystery cults; if I end up selling my writing much earlier than I can comprehend; or if the world as we know it ends, and I find myself presiding over a temple of freaks, geeks, and survivalists who aren\u2019t quite sure how I ended up in charge.\u00a0 This is good for my writing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I got my first college care package this week.\u00a0 Of course it was from Aradia.\u00a0 She quoted Adrianne Rich for me at length: Night-life. Letters, journals, bourbon sloshed in the glass. Poems crucified on the wall, dissected, their bird-wings severed like trophies. 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