A Few Foolish Things

Posted on July 1, 2013 by randomyriad

“I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything.”

– Steven Wright

Even at the time

When my father lay dying

I still kept farting.

Composed by Yamazaki Sokan

/Translated by Donald Keene

A poem I wrote while spreading peanut butter:

Snack Babble

What would I say about a sandwich?

Which sandwich would I say?

No cans no bottles in the bread?

Would they hit me on the head?

In between that’s where I’ll stay

safely Sandwiched out of the way.

My Life in February 2013,

(much the same as it is and shall be hence forth)

For the last month whenever I am in my room, I sing out loud in many different styles. I just sing without my guitar just making up words or some random song I know usually with a lot of made up words because I am really bad at remembering lyrics. Sometimes I sing very loud and shouty, sometimes in almost a whisper. I wonder what my neighbors think. I have also been pounding away on my guitar and sing/shouting Bob Dylan songs. Meet Me in The Morning has been popular these days, maybe not if you live nearby.

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Creating A New Me: Three Quotes and Some Random Ideas

Posted on June 24, 2013 by randomyriad

“I know what great cure is: it is to give up, to relinquish, to surrender, so that our little hearts may beat in union with the great heart of the world”

Henry Miller

I really need to get in synch with the universe. I keep getting under its feet, and scraping myself off the sole of the big shoe is such a tiresome task.

“All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant’s revolving door.”

                                                                                                                          Albert Camus
Hanging out on street corners and in revolving doors sounds a little iffy, but maybe on merry-go-rounds or in a car full of clowns. Anyway look for great ideas wherever you are they could be laying around with nothing to do.
“To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.”
                                                                                                                          Henri Bergson
This is a good idea as long as your not making copies. I need to recycle a new me from the wreckage of my old life with a few new ideas to replace the worn out ones.  shine it up. There! just like new only better.

There are no new ideas just new people.

We haven’t even begun to use the ideas we already have. We look them over and say, “Hey! I could use this.” But somehow while incorporating the new stuff with our old ideas we change it into something that resembles what we started with. I want to live with a new way of seeing and inviting the world in. I am not sure what any of this means. Maybe that is a good thing. I will just live with the uncertainty for a while and see how it fits.
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A Quote, A Poem, and A Very Short Story

Posted on June 23, 2013 by randomyriad
Nikos Kazantzakis

Nikos Kazantzakis (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it.

The nonexistent is what we have not sufficiently desired.

—Nikos Kazantzakis

New Summer

I stayed late to fix the gate

on the first eve of summer

I screwed in the screws

the hinges hung true,

swinging brightly

in the still shining sun.

42 words

“Radiate, dammit!” she whispered harshly to herself as she walked onto the empty stage, turning to face her audition judges. She felt the lines of force stretching like arms in all directions. She was radiating, but she could not remember her name.

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I want to thank a friend who may not know he is a friend of mine over at Bleeding Inkwell for being honest, and expressing his frustration with writing as a one way conversation. It is hard when you are shouting into the darkness and you feel no one is listening. Writing has to be about faith sometimes. At least until you get a glimpse of a light shining back. I want to thank my friend for writing about his life so honestly. It is with honesty and courage that you will inspire others to value who they are, not by making more mindless noise in the world. My friend inspired me to write again as a writer, not as a student (which has been my whole world for the last three months). And, that is a gift. Thanks.

As a writer, writing has to be the reward, or it is not worth it. I wrote my blog for many years with little feedback, and still I get very few comments. Though my traffic is up a bit. This is the thing about writing it is all going on in your head, and this can be isolating. But, if what you put down on paper is what you want to put out into the world, no matter what happens, you should keep working on it, making it that unique little light that comes from your core.  Your writing may be a small light for someone else to follow. You can’t help people or make a difference by adding to the noise of the world. But by adding your authentic voice, the voice that speaks from the heart of who you are, you can become a part of the people who read your writing. That is the way I choose to write. Have fun! Play with words like new toys. Use them to shine light on your visions. Anger and fear are always going to be present when you are exposing the deepest part of who you are, but the way to being at peace is play with love. Words are magic you carry with you to send messages from the frontier that is you out there on the edge of the world. The place where everyone comes from. Don’t give up your magic lantern, someone may be watching the skies for a sign. Or you can always going out into the world and shine in other ways, and that is good too.

Posted on June 19, 2013 by randomyriad | Leave a comment

Fitting In

Posted on May 20, 2013 by randomyriad

 

 

 

 

I am done trying to figure out how to fit into to the world. Today I begin fitting the world into me. I am not lost. I felt lost. Now I am here in this place at this time, and the world must join me here and explain itself or not. I  will be a patient observer of all its modalities and listener of its languages. But, I will no longer be morphing my shape to fit into some imaginary puzzle space in a vast array of jigsaw squiggles. I am me and I will know me by how the world fits me. I love who I love, but have no power over anyone but myself and sometimes not even that. How can I fit myself in if I cannot arrange the other pieces. I give up trying to arrange things from now on I am an observer of my borders as the world laps in and out and through me. The world will find a way to fit me in or fit into me. Either way I will be here making my way through my life as the fog lifts a few feet in front me and closes in behind.

 

 

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