Foul

Being creative
is, sometimes,
a soul searching
dive into the
unknown, and
in the words of

BLISS HILL
http://blisshill.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-in-studio.html
I find there is often a stage in my work, where I look at it and feel there are some major issues in there that possibly can't be resolved. But I know now to work on and get through to the other side,"

This is so true,
but, I wonder,
if she lives,
in the tropics,
where, in the midst
of our earnest
soul baring
searches,
mosquitoes and
house flies
bar our path
to 'the other side.'

Any distraction can topple us from the brink of the edge of knowing, the right stroke, the missing colour, the composition correction, just as you take a deep breath and dive, a house fly lands on your arm, a mosquito bites at your ankle or sings in your ear. All is lost.



But let us speak
of more serious matters.
Thanks to our cable
provider,
a misnomer
if ever there was one,
we were forced to watch
THE MATCH
http://uk.eurosport.yahoo.com/21012008/58/premier-league-crouch-rescues-liverpool.html

on this.

Reading the countdown commentary,was not what we were looking forward to and lacked,
shall we say, atmosphere.
I know it was a draw and there was a home goal in there somewhere and how yer mean yer didn't know I was a Scouser, " yer wanna make sumthink of it or wa?"