tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662825720404073899.post7418996861715240134..comments2023-09-11T02:58:56.542-07:00Comments on Biscuit City: Writing--UndercurrentDanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12794467539386678686noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4662825720404073899.post-63068959909272970552012-12-06T06:52:56.116-08:002012-12-06T06:52:56.116-08:00Interesting comparison, and you are absolutely rig...Interesting comparison, and you are absolutely right in that. I always think of it as an antenna (or Spidey-sense) that picks up metaphors or phrases or just ideas that might be turned into something somewhere down the line. The older (and more forgetful) I get, the greater the need to put it down somewhere so I won't forget the thought, the image, the phrase that kicks off the alarm. One of my favorite movies (A Thousand Clowns) ends with Jason Robards shouting to his neighbors, "Campers! I have nothing more to say.." The death of imagination and creativity...it always makes me cry.Alexandria Poethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09682992633124790109noreply@blogger.com