Rasputin helps one to recognize inspiration; but, oh, what
could imagination be?
To retrieve, to plunder, to forge.
To be bored.
To rip kites so they may stay on the ground.
To forget jokes and misunderstand common sense.
To sit for four hours without getting up.
To count words and people and only remember their
numbers.
To listen closely to what loons could be trying to say.
To permutate dots so that lines are never identical to
each other.
To return to known places and act always the same,
thus the slightest change might become apparent.
To force things to happen.
To pretend there’s meaning when all that comes out is a
“My dog loves me and he’s no showboat.”
To think there’s nothing to say.
To leap from canopy to can openers to can open her.
You’ve begun, now use your props.
From “The Script” by Mónica de la Torre