My friend and cohost for The Everyday Pier Podcast, Eduardo, is fond of saying that computers are just rocks that we have tricked into thinking. My computer is suffering some kind of glitch that has it thinking itself into knots.
Unthinking Rock
Tag Archives: Creation
Day 52: The Forgotten
I almost let today slip by me! Thankfully I saw something about blogging and it jogged my memory. I swear this poem was mad at me.
The Forgotten
Day 51: A Climax Approaches
Feeling better today! Not 100% yet, but still better–hence the double posting.
I was thinking today about goals, deadlines, and the inevitable transformative processes that occur throughout our lives. When do they happen? When does change actually occur within us and upon our lives in a meaningful and significant way? How do we rise to meet these changes, or not as the case may be?
My father is fond of saying that good luck is simply preparation meeting opportunity. I like this idea. I like the notion of creating our own opportunities. Being sick has made me feel like my aim is off regarding the opportunities I’ve been trying to prepare for. I was struck today by a sudden and intense sensation that change is soon to be upon me, that all that I’ve worked for is soon to reach a point of climax. Can any of us ever really be prepared for that?
A Climax Approaches
Day 47: Bleed the Ink
Feeling a bit frustrated with my authorship today. Revising my manuscript is simultaneously rewarding, because I can tell that every change I’m making is an improvement, but also excruciating because it is taking so much longer than I meant for it to. So today’s poem is venting my love and frustration for and with my vocation.
Bleed the Ink
Day 46: Disturbed Immersion
Ever read a book or watch a movie and an explanation is given for something that makes absolutely no sense? That is to say, the explanation is simply flat out weak or stupid. In fact, if the explanation had not been given, the issue that it was trying to explain away in the first place wouldn’t even be an issue. You’d glide right past it, happily immersed in the world of the story. Then this happens, and you start to think, and the holes open up.
Sometimes things are better left alone and the world created in the hearts and minds of creator and viewer alike simply allowed to be.
Disturbed Immersion
Day 45: Love of Art
Happy Valentine’s Day!
To celebrate, my bride and I had a romantic lunch and then visited the Houston Museum of Fine Art. My beloved’s mother was a professional artist who taught my bride. There were tears of joy.
Today’s poem is an amalgamation of quotes we spoke while admiring O’keefe, Hassam, Picasso, and Matisse–to name a few.
Love of Art
Day 44: The Dogs’ Manuscript
Lots going on with dogs this week. It’s just been me with our dog the last two days and we’re puppy sitting for my parents. During all of this, I stumbled upon a small article about rare genetic disorders and how this one mutation that causes decreased intelligence and increased friendliness was rare in humans, it is essentially the gene that we bred into wolves to create dogs. An entire species forever altered by the propagation of a typo in their genetic code.
The Dogs’ Manuscript
Day 43: Gleaming Horizon
Chasing dreams today. Always chasing dreams. And I’m going to keep on chasing them.
Gleaming Horizon
Day 42: The Mountain After the Journey
I put the final words down on my latest manuscript last week and thought I could get all of my revisions ready for my copy editor by the end of the weekend. Boy was I wrong! Got me thinking about expectations and the way the last part of any journey or process is always the most difficult. For me anyway. Anyone else find that to be true? Getting started, that’s easy. Following through? I’m getting better.
The Mountain After the Journey
Day 41: Mental Treasures
YIKES! I changed up things today and abandoned my routines and systems. The result? I completely forgot about writing today’s poem until just a few moments ago!
It’s funny how a little change can lead to things slipping away and the very recognition of that loss can serve as inspiration for recovering what was forgotten and building upon it.
Mental Treasures
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