Elo Kiddies

I've often wondered what it is about writers that make them so attractive to me.

Maybe it's the pensive longsuffering moments in which they craft their words so carefully.

Do the words just pour out or rather serendiptiously a result of some crucifiction-craft that the writer inflicts on oneself? I've never been much for pain.

My younger brother is a great writer - I'm going to ask him how he does it.

His stories weave a narrative from the past with addtional threads of mythological genius - as if he's expecting them to have a life of their own (not unlike ancient Hebrew thought: Your words become alive, and travel around the earth, looking to do good or harm, depending on the content...forever).

They do have their own life - and get better which each telling - with each passing tick of the clock - which I am more painfully aware of than ever before - my humanity flaking off of me this very instant - my wife says, "Man-O-Pause." I suppose this to be true - I find myself crying at commercials I usually loathe, downloading John Denver and Burt Bacharach songs now - reverting back to the dipes (slang for diaper).

But at least I have the stories.

Ahhhhhhh!!