Monday, January 31, 2011

Day Eight?!?!

I don’t want to say
That I want this perfect day
To end
But that’s what I’m saying;
I don’t want to be
The one to turn and walk away
That’s what I’m doing.
And no,
You can’t change my mind,
Because girl
It’s long past time-
To move on and fly away
And find another way to say:
I loved you,
But it’s gone.

Sitting on the steps, with a glass of wine in one hand, and
a cigarette in the other, I was born back into clarity.
As my best friend put it, “the cobwebs are gone.”
There's no guarantee that it will last, and
I still didn’t catch the sunrise, and I still missed tea-time.
But I’m writing again. And I’m thinking clearly.
And progress is slow and hard won, is it not?

Let Me In releases tonight, and I’m geeking out. Quite possibly my favourite film of all time. And as much as I loathe Walmart, you can count on me being there in a few hours’ time with money in hand. What a sheeple I turned out to be.

One day I’ll have something of consequence to say.
Until then, it's just practice.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Day Seven

Sit softly and watch fingers of steam brush the air
the water bleed colour that’s already there
and as the whistle dies down and silence resumes
wait impatiently for your turn to consume.

I’m contemplating a strange idea. Perhaps, at the root of the absence of motivation and focus, lies the simple fact that I have missed tea time for nearly eight thousand consecutive days. I mean, I love tea, and I drink a lot of tea, but I’ve never actually made time for tea. And that’s just it. I don’t make time for anything. I’ve always just let time have its way with me; and when it’s done, I crawl gingerly away, wash myself down and whisper myself to sleep. Why?

I perform so well when my schedule is dictated to me, but not at all when I can do what I wish. This must be a product of our industry driven society; we are so used to a mandated here then there that we spend our downtime flailing about. Or, at least some of us do. Some of us have it figured out.

This isn’t the only failing of a society driven by consumer demand. Sir Ken Robinson, at the 2006 TED gathering:

Here's to making change.
Viens avec moi.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Day Six

So today has been a busy day. Woke up in Kuna, got some chores done, didn’t do any writing, danced, did some laundry, danced some more, still didn’t write, hung out with one of my best friends (pojo’s is amasing with kids), danced some more, now it’s dive time with another best mate. Productive? You decide.

With wide eyes and starry dreams
We stumble through life’s fickle stream
And are left with only what we saw,
So I ask, viens avec moi?

Day Five

Running at pleasure,
teaching us real
ecstasy - richly
attacking public
tendencies, upending
rooted eccentricities,
racing against polluted
time - understood
rational ends (escaping.)

Here’s to loving and losing,
‘cause we’ve all loved and lost,
and once you’ve leapt from the heights
there’s nothing left but to fall.

It’s more than fair to say that the last week of my life has been full of waste and want. I have accomplished little, or more honestly, nothing; and that’s something that has to change. Tonight is the final night of half-assed attempts to be productive. I swear. 
Viens avec moi.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Day Three

'No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos. ' ~D.H. Lawrence

good morning, dandelion
it’s nice to see you again so soon
I tried, but couldn’t find you
last night by the full moon
silly of me, I know
to think that I’d lost you
call me obnoxious but
I think I love you.

Day three is yet another off day.
(Is this cheating? Because I have nothing to say.)
Here’s to tomorrow. 

Viens avec moi?

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Day Two

The drip/drop pitter/patter rain/drops,
Like a three ring circus in my head,
Keep chit/chat chirruping their beaks off
When all I want to do is go to bed.
Please stop dripping, Mr. Raindrop;
This chit/chat chirruping must end.
I didn’t mean to bite your head off-
Please… shhh. Let’s be friends.
Today was the kind of day that might have never happened. I'm not entirely sure I was ever fully conscious, but I guess such days were inevitable. After leaving wonderful Walmart last week, I've had a slew of them. I'm still recovering from "cog-in-the-machine syndrome" I think. With any amount of luck, I'll be over it by this weekend. 

As far as the list goes, I'm not doing horrendous- which is to say that I've not fallen irreparably behind. Two days have brought two new Examiner articles, two poems and two blog entries, not to mention that I am slowly filling up the empty half of my list.

I'm somewhat concerned about the state of my blogging- but let us be honest for a moment: there isn't a soul reading these.

That being said, goodnight world.


Monday, January 24, 2011

Day One

Awoke I, and lit into a waking dream
For but an arm’s length could I see
And heard a voice drifting light and sweet
To flutter down to me to meet
Spoke softly, I to it did say
I know not where doeth lie the way
A lilting brush upon my cheek
Quickly calmed my stomach, weak
And led me forward, the bracing mist
Wrapped me tight, and by the wrist
Do whispers lead and thoughts caress
With unambiguous finesse.

One thousand and one days. One hundred and one goals.

Am I a masochist? Maybe I am.

All I know is: by the time this is over, nothing will be the same.

And that’s the point. To experience things I wouldn’t otherwise. To jumpstart my life and chase my dreams.
So, Day One is almost over. And this is part of my list. To keep an online account of everything that I’m doing. A journal. A blog. I need practice, obviously, and what better way to get good at something than to just jump in and do it?
Well, here goes. 

Viens avec moi.