Tag Archives: Life

Want to learn something today?

28 Sep

We are all writing something.  Especially when we’re not actually writing—

All moments are tied in some way.

What happens in a classroom is a microcosm for ‘out there’.  That’s why this matters.

You learn by teaching yourself and letting the moment education you on YOU.

Kerouac reminds us that there’s more than just ‘so much to learn out there’, as so many say.  By saying “so much”, you infer a quantity, a set amount.  Knowledge is always immune to limit, number, anything set.

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Bonjour!!!

27 Sep

Let’s see what I can write and post in under five minutes, before driving, or speeding, to the winery.  In love, this morning.  With the morning itself.  I find it encouraging and revealing, wildly and robustly educating.  Don’t fight or reject the morning, PLEASE.  It’s there to be used as a tone-establisher for your day.  Why be nay when you can be yay, with the morning, or anything?  More and more, I see the classroom as a stark symbol for everything in our lives.  You make the class what you do, and do can be effectuated with every day.

Enjoy your day.  Demand from it.  Or rather, don’t demand, just direct it which way you want it to go.  I’m only now, at my old age, seeing it as that simple.

Avec,

M

thought

22 Sep

21:34.  Love the hour, the sound of the dishwasher, even that goddamn dog barking behind the studio.  Everything is speaking to me— the Goofy stuffed animal doll-thing I bought Ms. Austen, the remote next to me, the dormant TV.  All around me encourages writing, reflection, some type of reaction.  Planning on waking earlier than early tomorrow, and I see it as more than a mere slice of feasible.  Why?  No distraction tonight, to sway to anywhere left, right.  I’m here stationed on this couch listening to a reading of Austen’s ‘P&P’.  These characters and the family dynamic and persistence to dilemma…. I can only think, and can only see Self lecturing on it, or establishing some purpose in her prose.  The words arrive then leave, and I switch to Coltrane, his thoughts through notes as mine through and by words.. everything making some odd sort of sense to a writer but then I calm and situate in my love for the hour, this hour, here in the studio—  Babies upstairs resting and me realizing as I said in class today that life is short, that you need actuate with urgency and both writers we discuss realize and rile just that.

Night… equanimity.  Similar but contrasting the harsh hour of morning, the 04:00 proposal I have before self.  What are you doing now?  What are you doing in the morning?  Are you testing yourself?  Your life is your life and you should be the puppet master I more than just one oscillation.  Stamp your own passport, sign your own form, deliver your own direction…. Tonight, promise yourself that tomorrow will be a plume of new notes…

Listening to Ellington & Coltrane’s “In A Sentimental Mood”.  One of my favorite tracks.  And that’s me, now, seeing all that can be met and seen and sensed, in the immediate form and locale.  Study tirelessly…. Yodel in YOU.  Prizes are promised, long as you self-test and actuate in the formed fate that you write, form.

When reading…

18 Sep

As I’ve said, read further into the text.  And I know, that sounds like teacher gibberish.  But it’s not.  It’s one thing to read, and another to UNDERSTAND.  To not only identify what’s being said on the page but feel it as well and either align the words with your own life or identify the dominant ideas and see how they could provoke someone else to thought, or perhaps even action.  Write in the margin, note what you’ve identified, felt.  You’re not just reading, you’re living.  In someone else’s world, life, sight and place.

Sit and

16 Sep

Stare at a wall, let

it tell you something,

’bout all, then quiet.

Be

14 Sep

brave,

creative,

YOU.

Note

11 Sep

You’re allowed pause, collection.  Remind yourself that there is allowance for detachment.