Narcissus-X rides the dark rainbow past a putter's green to the club house of grim contemplation. Malachite green, course of spinach hue, adjusting the grip and bending the knees slightly, to drive and drive and drive and still seek the green: ever present and ever distant.
Ectoparasitic concepts abound, skimming above the lawns and around the trunks.
An elephant lifts its trunk, but it's any portmanteau in a storm.
Narcissus-X regards the night, rides the dark rainbow through the obsidian sky.
2 comments:
hai, reading your blog post. I guess you are a rider?
Jeany,
Am I a rider? Yes, and no. If you mean, is Narcissus-X a sort of alter ego for me: yes, to a sometimes-uncomfortable extent.
Or, no: Narcissus-X was developed as a broad caricature of the more angsty, artsy, earnest, brilliant and clueless of my fellow-students, back in my college days.
This blog started out, in 2007, as a sort of running gag. I'd been reading what some terribly earnest, terribly sincere, people had been writing: and Narcissus-X burst into the front office of my mind. I didn't know his name at the time, but I could see that he had entertaining possibilities.
I stopped writing for Narcissus-X, from April, 2008, to February, 2009, in part because I realized that there was a lot more of Narcissus-X in me than I'd realized. That, I had to think about.
Now, Narcissus-X is a blog that's more fun to write for than most. The most challenging part, usually, is deciding where the angsty artist is going to start. After that, it's mostly a matter of releasing the brakes in my brain, and letting my mind enjoy the ride.
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