The person of too many words and too many deeds Might find themselves with more than anyone needs A person only needs to stand on their own Economy and brevity – where less is shown
This morning, the sun rose without my asking Before I lunch, I chose the freshest vegetables In the afternoon came an uninvited guest I trust that in the evening, a cool breeze will come
Inspired and paraphrased from the Red Hand Files (again!) #337 and for the GloProWriMo Day 20 prompt: write a poem informed by musical phrasing or melody that employs some form of soundplay (rhyme, meter, assonance, alliteration).Also, the poem ‘In Evening Air by Theodore Roethke was suggested as an example, and I used the rhyming form, which I found quite pleasant and I think worked very well.
Maybe not a helpful admission, I’m not sure where I stand these days; as the ground shifts exposing each other’s rifts, it hardens without permission and uncertainty sings its praise.
The world, beautiful but broken; my temperament wishes no further harm; no left or right or centre might have, to me, truly spoken and guided me towards a calm.
My reason searches for the true to ease the burden of each other’s sorrow; how easy it is to break, to forget to give and take; cautious and careful in what I do when nothing is certain tomorrow.
Not knowing what I’m talking about; does the world need to hear that voice? Listening to all divergent views makes me ever more confused so that when still filled with doubt silence is my choice.
So maybe I just stand with my art, valuing the deed over the word; to the fragile flickering spirit bring a striving for such praise to sing; At least, it’s a place to start so that the silence will still be heard.
MockART – Some nice noise here that is keeping my brain active whilst trying to download an upload for my computer so that I can practice guitar again, since something has messed up one of the apps I like to use. Not sure that I would listen to this at any other time though!
Wet Nurse – Fractured and somewhat scary energy here. It’s interesting for sure but a bit too disturbing for me these days. About 20 years ago I would’ve been all over this.
Meira Asher – Interesting punk hip hop that reminds me of some similar weird freaks I met from Japan in the 00s. I like the more rhythmic tracks over the atmospheric ones.
Half Empty Glasshouse – I have their albums already but had forgotten about them. Lots of time changes and genre warping. This is my kinda jam for sure.
Constant communiqués of despair The end of times always kept in mind The hollow rings of Happy New Year Distracting us from our daily grind We become living embodiments Of the catastrophes we’ve foretold Trapped within these dark environments Hopes are fading for the dreams we’re sold
Embolden the heart! Be courageous! Inspire action to defend the world Sell, not be sold to, is contagious Flags of faith, hope and courage unfurled Hope becomes the energy of change A radical audacious duty With optimism, we can arrange Our thoughts towards a life of beauty
Happy though a little out of it (I realised as I got off the bike at Utopia). Brain has not kicked in yet!
My body is a little stiff from a good still sleep and a couple of weird dreams, one of which had me kicking rugby balls through jumper goalposts until they landed in a lake and curiously sank.
Health:
Physical: 7 Mental: 7
Today I’m grateful for:
The person sharing all the Rebirth comics on Soulseek that I may possibly get around to reading in about 20 years time. It’s been fun getting them and then filling in the gaps and making new files. Part of my cataloguing obsession is satisfied (even if they are only digital files these days).
The best thing about today was:
Sitting in the hammock reading David Foster Wallace’s review of the Tracey Austin autobiography. He knows how to eviscerate wordily!
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
After telling Amy that I didn’t want to succumb to sleep this afternoon, the pull was too strong and despite the strong morning coffees giving me lucid dreaming for longer than normal, I managed to find a deeper sleep for a good while, spending about three hours in bed.
Still, I was up and into the man cave, feeling a little refreshed and I played guitar for an hour or more, which was good. I’m glad I didn’t sleep through until it was dark again and hope I can get to sleep tonight. I think I should be all right.
I’m still wondering about the reduction in Sertraline and how it is affecting my mood. I still don’t feel quite right.
Something I learned today?
Tracey Austin’s tennis career was pretty much over by the time she was 21, her body already suffering from the punishment of overtraining.
I took this picture yesterday because we had a random visitor wander in and lie down at the front of class. These are all the naughty kids in my class, taking the opportunity to avoid doing my work.