i opened the newspaper today to more bad news (not that that's unusual).
an incredibly talented austin poet, Shannon Leigh, who i'd first seen exploding the minds of everyone in the room when she was 14, was in a diving accident recently, because of which she fell into an irreversible coma.
she is one of those rare artists i wish i'd seen so much more of.
i dropped out of that scene into work and silence, into darkness and struggle, into laziness and shame, and rarely went back. even now, i stay away. i'm not sure i know why.
i believe i told her once how much she impacted me. she inspired me several times. there were readings, performances, etc. in which she was the only artist who penetrated my shell. i wish i'd gotten to know her when i wanted to. her myspace page reveals multiple common factors in like. and a beautiful young woman i never saw develop. she lived a lifetime in 20 years.
i've lived similarly, on a lower plane, but i'm still here. my purpose unfulfilled? my talent yet ungalvanized?
watching the greater and brighter fall away as i sit in solitude and silence.
i do still feel powerless. i don't see how i could not.
i don't know what to say anymore. how could i have gone so wrong, how am i so lost?
don't talk to me about god and dogma. i know the darkness of the world.
R.I.P. Shannon, you incredible old soul, perhaps we'll meet again. i'd like that. i've loved you, i'll miss you.
an incredibly talented austin poet, Shannon Leigh, who i'd first seen exploding the minds of everyone in the room when she was 14, was in a diving accident recently, because of which she fell into an irreversible coma.
she is one of those rare artists i wish i'd seen so much more of.
i dropped out of that scene into work and silence, into darkness and struggle, into laziness and shame, and rarely went back. even now, i stay away. i'm not sure i know why.
i believe i told her once how much she impacted me. she inspired me several times. there were readings, performances, etc. in which she was the only artist who penetrated my shell. i wish i'd gotten to know her when i wanted to. her myspace page reveals multiple common factors in like. and a beautiful young woman i never saw develop. she lived a lifetime in 20 years.
i've lived similarly, on a lower plane, but i'm still here. my purpose unfulfilled? my talent yet ungalvanized?
watching the greater and brighter fall away as i sit in solitude and silence.
i do still feel powerless. i don't see how i could not.
i don't know what to say anymore. how could i have gone so wrong, how am i so lost?
don't talk to me about god and dogma. i know the darkness of the world.
R.I.P. Shannon, you incredible old soul, perhaps we'll meet again. i'd like that. i've loved you, i'll miss you.
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This entry of yours is quite moving. It is supremely tragic when someone so influential suddenly... drops. I'm sure a piece of her will always be present within your artistic being. Maybe this tragedy will open a new avenue of creation for you. *shrugs* Internet hug?