Waist Land 6

I wonder why I can't say
what I mean. Why can't I say
exactly what I mean? I mean, wouldn't that
be a mirror of life, to speak out of the engine
of an internal consciousness that is as much
a part of my life as my external speech?
Shoudn't art mirror reality and reflect it just as Shakespeare says?
No one really speaks like Shakespearean characters; no one really acts like that either.
They all act like they are in the theatre
having already prepared their speeches for the dramatic event. Or am I
taking this too literally?
I feel so powerful now, almost like a vampire -
I am the Queen of the Damned out to reverse
all that man has done to woman. I will bring about
a new culture informed by the Goddess.
The world is nothing but continual creation and destruction, changing the patterns of life.
I want rituals again.
I want life to breath through the churches.
I want to refine myself out of reality and do
what I will.