I was almost infused with that excellent mania this afternoon, but then I perused the poetry section at the university bookstore, and after flipping a few pages, the heavy dread of depression descended once again.
I don't know where to put my commas or when I'm using too many adjectives.
I'm learning how to grow sentence trees though. It's like math with sentences. It looks like science. It's not really though. It's just pretending that language is a formulaic thing and not this wild screaming chaotic semantic longing virus unleashed upon tongues and fingers.