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Good Listening = Burdened Living

It’s sad the things people tell you to relieve themselves of some burden. Maybe they’re trying to make sense of themselves by reliving it out loud – processing the past in slow-syllabled speech – turning over each memory with every roll of the tongue – polluting the clear air with their tainted past – breaking the silence of their shame – sharing their weighted thoughts – bearing down on your…

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Their Houses are Dirtier Than Yours but You're Still A Mess

Their Houses are Dirtier Than Yours but You’re Still A Mess

People’s houses are all the same. They’re cluttered, dirtier than yours, cramped in spaces yet spacious without restrictions, and they’re always the scene of the crime. What I don’t do in my own home I’ll gladly do in yours – those one-night stands, those smoke-out sessions, the hedonistic drunkenness, whatever – and then I’m free to wake up in the middle of the night or at the first light of…

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Scars Demand Perspective - Colado Poetry

Randomly wrote a poem today. I don’t write as often as I used to so it’s AWESOME when I screw around and something just comes out! (but that sounds like the recipe for a baby…). Well poetry is definitely a labor of love for me. And here’s tonight’s poem – see after for a breakdown. SCARS DEMAND PERSPECTIVE 24 Jun 15 Scars demand perspective To the audience they are evidence of a past that’s…

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If She Drinks Like an Alcoholic, Stumbles Like an Alcoholic, and Gets Arrested Like an Alcoholic...

I’ve been struggling with alcoholism but I still can’t believe it’s reached that point… I don’t call myself an alcoholic because I really don’t believe I’m there – but the rest of the world does, so maybe that’s saying something… I’ve come to understand that when more than one of my close friends or family notice something negative about me then that’s an area I really have to work on, no matter…

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I am astonished in my teaching to find how many poets are nearly blind to the physical world. They have ideas, memories, and feelings, but when they write their poems they often see them as similes. To break this habit, I have my students keep a journal in which they must write, very briefly, six things they have seen each day—not beautiful or remarkable things, just things. This seemingly simple task usually is hard for them. At the beginning, they typically “see” things in one of three ways: artistically, deliberately, or not at all. Those who see artistically instantly decorate their descriptions, turning them into something poetic: the winter trees immediately become “old men with snow on their shoulders,” or the lake looks like a “giant eye.” The ones who see deliberately go on and on describing a brass lamp by the bed with painful exactness. And the ones who see only what is forced on their attention: the grandmother in a bikini riding on a skateboard, or a bloody car wreck. But with practice, they begin to see carelessly and learn a kind of active passivity until after a month nearly all of them have learned to be available to seeing—and the physical world pours in. Their journals fill up with lovely things like, “the mirror with nothing reflected in it.” This way of seeing is important, even vital to the poet, since it is crucial that a poet see when she or he is not looking—just as she must write when she is not writing. To write just because the poet wants to write is natural, but to learn to see is a blessing. The art of finding in poetry is the art of marrying the sacred to the world, the invisible to the human.

Linda Gregg, The Art of Finding (via harrisonfordmovienight)

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