Pressure Points

Hit play.
The opening note on an album
I haven’t listened to in awhile
triggers a rush of memories
that cascade through my consciousness
from a season many years now passed.
 
Where does the time go?…
 
I haven’t seen my best friend in months…
I miss you, brother –
 
There is a burgeoning future
of wild, ecstatic dreams
being born in my mind,
but I wonder…
have I left too much
of the past
behind?
 
I walk along the sidewalk in broad daylight,
dancing and singing to myself.
Cracking fissures dissolve sanity…in a good way.
My greatest fear used to be being seen…
now I crave attention
like an avalanche
upon my words/wounds.
 
The ego is an untamable beast…
Hubris always falls in the end…
Steady as she goes, son…
Keep it in the middle of the road…
 
Two energy patterns are coalescing
as the Summer sun is kissed
by a gentle Autumn breeze –
an alchemical wedding
at the cusp
of a turning cycle.
 
I’m so happy I could weep.
I need a dose of melancholia
to keep my blood stable.
 
I am not the soaring eagle…
I am not the slithering serpent…
I am just a man
taking one step at a time
toward something…somewhere…
knowing I’ll get there somehow
if I only put this left foot
in front of the right
and keep pretending
everything is fine –
 


The album in question is Wintersleep’s “Welcome to the Night Sky.”
The season was the Summer of 2009.
The synchronicity was a constant stream of magical bliss.
Those were the days…
 
…but, hell, this current phase ain’t half bad, either.
 
Thank you to everyone who read my recent interview with Yellow Chair Review. I really appreciate the kind feedback that I’ve received…it means a lot to me. For anyone who hasn’t read it yet and would like to, here’s the link:
 
 
I was sent a new batch of really good questions by another venue yesterday. I’ve been meditating and reflecting upon them this afternoon, and I’ll likely start typing up my answers later in the evening. It’s really exciting to know that people are reading my work and care enough about what I have to say to want to learn more about my process and philosophy. All I can promise is that I’ll do my best to deliver.
 
Progress on the Blogs Page here at 17Numa continues along at a steady clip. The page is dedicated to the work of contemporary writers and artists, and I’d encourage everyone to check it out…there’s a lot of great content that can be jumped to from the links found there. I’d like to give a shout out to Charles Clifford Brooks III whom I reached out to yesterday in hopes I could add his information to the list. This guy is the real deal. I’m quite happy to have met him. Check out his publishing venue, The Southern Collective Experience, and then, if you dig what they’re about, order a copy of his book “The Draw of Broken Eyes & Whirling Metaphysics.”
 
If you’d like to get in touch with me, please feel free to hit me up here at 17Numa, as well as on Facebook and Twitter. I’m always psyched to meet new people. This journey continues to get more interesting by the day…
 
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar
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4 thoughts on “Pressure Points

      1. Thank you, Will. Absolutely…if you’d link to send me a link to your website, blog, or archive of material, I’ll be happy to add you to the new Blogs Page here at 17Numa which is dedicated to the work of contemporary writers and artists. I’ll look forward to reading your work. Cheers!

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    1. Thank you for the kind words, Suzanne…I appreciate you stopping by to check things out here at 17Numa. It’s my intention to keep the site updated with new material on a regular basis, so I hope you’ll check in again to see what the goings-on are all about. Cheers!

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