Hullo again, sqrl,
Glad you were glad to hear from me. I had a feeling you were a fellow mania-driven artist. There's an intensity woven into your language and compressed yet energetic cadences that struck me as potentially indicative of a manic creator. And I was really struck by one particular observation in post: the difficulty you have reading while skimming the planet's azure shell at Mach 10. I have the same problem. I can't watch TV, a movie or do anything else "passive" while in this state. There's a sense of "Do something, Make something, now make something else" driving me forward like an old-fashioned spring-driven toy that's been over-wound. I look at movies and books and think, "That's been made. Of what interest could it be to me?" My only caveat: I listen to Dylan and other great lyricists immediately prior to writing poetry, unless the words are already gushing from my fingertips like water from a broken tap. It sometimes gives me a bar to leap for. Doesn't matter if I don't come close -- the goal is to aim for it. Ta. Cheshire