Since a lot of poetry seems to come out of the unconscious mind, I wonder if the reason a lot of poets drink a lot is to disconnect the conscious mind so that the unconscious can get access to the left cerebral hemisphere language skills? Wouldn't that also apply to other areas? (e.g., artists wouldn't be accessing language skills, but other motor skills that are normally within the domain of the conscious mind) (How does it work though? (Maybe during those times the unconscious mind paints the picture or writes the poem on an imaginary easel or piece of paper in the mind? Then later it gives the conscious mind glimpses of the object that has been created in the mind to refer to and work from?) (Mine seems to work within the structure of my internal dialogue, with the first few lines appearing in consciousness. Then I think, well that is pretty neat, and I write down those lines. Then, sometimes, a few more lines will appear and I will write them down, and I keep repeating that process until no more lines appear. Then it either does or does not "feel" finished. If it feels done, I type it up, and, if not, I stick it away and sometime later the rest of it appears and I type it up.)
12-9-86
(Midnite) Quiet nite of tv and solitaire. (The cards have been running good.)
I just brewed up a pot of hot instant tea. (Not great, but it will serve the function of providing a caffeine fix for a few days.)
(2am) Tiredness.
I have heard sculptures say they just releasing the image that is in the stone (or whatever medium they work in.). (Could that fit the earlier discussion? (Maybe their unconscious mind has already cut the stone before they ever begin; and the unconscious gives the conscious mind glimpses of the statue it has already created in imagination (or whatever the fuck it is)?))
(Noon) Still no response on the car ad.
I caught up on my letter writing again today.
(1pm) I remembered a bit of a dream last nite, for a change. (All I can remember is there was a letter from Miranda shoved under my door. (?))
(5pm) Nice walk.
I got a call from the County today and they want me to submit a bid for doing some more work for them. (No big deal, but it would help out my finances.) (Jacob says that if I am going to build up my body, I should move some place with beaches, so I can show off my body. (I am not doing it for looks. I am doing it because it feels good.)) (He thinks I should use the phrase "brick computer" rather than "walking brick" to describe myself.)
It would be nice to have money to do laundry, so I don't stink quite so bad.
(11pm) I had my daily j a bit ago. (Since I am almost out, I have cut way back on my pot consumption.)