Life Is A Nice Place To Visit

My life seems to work mainly in alternating modes: Obsession and Funk. Funk is what happens between obsessions, a relatively listless unfocused time between projects that really matter to me (as opposed to commercial projects, which are done from a different energy source). My last obsessive project was the video Deconstructing Sally, and as I've gotten older I've worried that each obsessive project might be the last one. One can only say so much in new ways, after all. And I think I've reached the end of the road as "a literary writer," as one using language alone to communicate. My literary archive is huge. What can I do that I haven't already done or tried to do?

This is why A Charles Deemer Reader is such an inspired idea, to formally create The End to this mode of working. And to move on to new difficult challenges.

Life Is A Nice Place To Visit, which I'll call a chamber opera for lack of a better term, is buzzing in my head. I can't wait to sit down at the piano and get at the work seriously and routinely. A long overwhelming project! An incredible challenge. I can't even do it completely: the best I can do is write the drama and musical vocal lines, and a minimum piano accompaniment, and subtitle what I have "Musical and Dramatic Notes for a Future Composer" and hope that after I pass some composer of talent will find something to run with in it. And I'll never know if this happens or not, of course, but it's a gamble worth taking because, as Camus has written, the struggle alone is enough to fill a man's heart.

The struggle is enough to fill a man's heart. And that strikes me as rather the point, after all.