I expressed in an earlier post my frustration with the feeling that it’s when the work is most pressing that the other things that need attending to start clamoring most loudly. Below is the text of a poem I included in my hypertext, and which definitely provided one of those experiences of paranoiac enlightenment -- that is, I couldn’t believe how many of my lexias it provided a perfect link to or from. Right now, what it does is evoke so many of the other, non-academic things that count:

That they loved to go on unmistaken, that they loved

In the appendix to his final project, “Art Between Worlds,” crashingintowalls remarks: I struggle with the fact that much of the creativity present online draws energy from the embodied world but feels no compunction to reinvest in it, hyperlinking and posting comments instead. I find this comment very apposite to my present situation; that is, after a morning spent sitting here working on ideas for blog and wiki stuff, for thesis stuff -- and let’s be honest -- weeks spent drawing heavily on all my word-related sources of creativity, I hit yet another of those walls where I realized that I couldn’t write anymore, no less think anymore, until I stepped out into the world, exposed my ever-paler skin to the winter sunshine, and rediscovered the type of human contact that does not occur through a computer screen.

And it worked.