Archive | April, 2018

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30 Apr

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for interpretation

30 Apr

She tells me something,

I listen but don’t at all, not a 

Word.

I glare, meditate, then die.

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30 Apr

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Start your week

30 Apr

with meditation. Collection. Thorough introspection.

Don’t see the week as a long week in front of you, but chapters of elevation and invitation.

Talk yourself into

29 Apr

NEVER being talked out of your apexing aims.

Look out the window,

29 Apr

not into past days, obsessing over them, trying to recreate them.

Capture what’s in your Now, so you touch and navigate what you dream of that’s out there.

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29 Apr

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Mocha first.

28 Apr

Needing four shots. Or at least I have myself convinced that’s what I need. Pretty sure I do. Not wanting to work today, only play more with these poems and stories in head. All I want to do. Writer symptoms. That’s all it is. Going to write in car, these voices in this shop annoying me– not to mention the steam sounds, the cars driving by for the drive-through window. The morning reinforces the reality of needing your own space, YOUR geography, your quietude for what you need to do.

In car and away from where coffee’s made and blended, foamed and whipped and everything that makes sounds and sends more scents to air which distract. The lecture of morning hours descends with varied syncopation and delivery. It’s clear what I’m to do, a student, revolving in and for my studies, for students in any of my classes. The metal racks meant for barrels, left, reinforce work, the Road, the progress and travel of self from one set of scenes to next. More needs noted, more needs to be on page. Everything teaches, all visuals instruct. And, you can always re-write.

Cognize Prize

27 Apr

Photo on 6-13-17 at 8.00 AMSeeing yourself there, I tell myself.  I see myself back in class.  As student, grad perhaps, for PhD… Then, lecturer at several different campuses.  Goals and aims can be funny, funny in that they are so feasible, utterly available, but we’re so easily swayed, strayed, going down some fashionable tangent road… and for what?  This morning, when I woke and for some reason looked in the mirror by our bed and said “Bonjour!” to myself I saw myself somewhere, walking on some campus holding only my semester journal and hearing students talk about their classes and what final projects they need tend getting closer to term’s close, what exams they have to take today, or what they’re doing tonight.  In giving academics more an assertive urgency, intensity, I am a student.  Before any kind of teacher.  I seek to learn, learn more, not just about my authors but about education, teaching, students— what they go through and what they do, what they feel and how the organize themselves.

The world is population of not merely possibilities, but realities in wait.  What walls exist between us and our most desired stage is imaginary, not even theoretical.  There is no theory, only the absolute in that there is no wall.  That too, I find wildly comical, baffling.  How whenever an obstacle is even thought of, there is either incremental or definite and decided surrender.

This morning, I’m awake.

This morning, I See.

Tell yourself that this morning you deny all that you think denies you.  You are the author of your story, your pages.  “Bonjour!” What do you think?  What are you thinking?  What is the typist to this note have in his flurrying head?  Everything.  ‘Cause I can have everything.  I’m there, while here, soon to be in the There.  Thoughts are catalytic, all in my circulation and current inner oration.

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27 Apr

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