The morgenseiten of Katharsisdrill 8 - Words don't come easy to me

When I was seventeen I listened to a lot of jazz. I bought a saxophone, and every day I played with my friends. I discovered new music: Edith Piaf, Judas Priest, Duke Ellington, Carl Nielsen. But until I started on the gymnasium music had been something I did alone. I played the piano and had lessons for six years, or was it seven? I listened mostly to classical music. The few times I actually took part in popular music was like when I bought a single by F.R.David that was all the rage in my class. It was my try to get closer to the common community of the little town I lived in. I had some fine classmates and my isolation in this and many other fields was most definitely not only something that came from outside of myself. I carried it with me. I read other books than them, I listened to other music than them, I read comics. When I was about fourteen I started to care less. I bought the Danish version of Metal Hurlant with wild, and scary comics that felt uncanny to my classmates, I discovered punk and the old David Bowie by myself (at the time he was making a comeback with Let's Dance). So it is funny that each and every time I sit down to write these morning pages a voice in my head start singing: "Words don't come easy to me."

That was the single with the rather bland pop-song by F.R. David I bought back in 1982 to fit in :)

It goes like this: you shall each morning write from the soul, anything going through your head.

He writes a lot more, but this is the essence :) (Read his first morgenseiten post here)

I have decided to try the same. I write from the top of my head every morning or late morning if I have been sleeping late. I only correct typos and make a headline afterwards. Else everything is left as written. Expect some of it to sound like stage directions.