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All it takes

12 Mar

is a singular idea, thought, word, sentence.

And you don’t need that much time.

Have five minutes? Start jotting.


5 Mar

Monday motivation starts with coffee and quiet, composition and collection. After the busy weekend, I need to focus on this.  This morning and the moments with self. Focusing on the book, books, new ideas, what I’m teaching today, how to approach today differently in some way– a way that’s more than a way but a solution of sorts. Character, not so much plot.  Hop to my next cognition, my next musing, leaning on Emerson’s teaching me and lectures while I stand in this coffee shop waiting for my breakfast sandwich.  Usually don’t order one but this morning the writer treats himself, returning to studentdom, and his notebooks, his unearthings in pages.

Bringing in some books from garage, re-building my home study after everything being moved out for cleaning post-fires, then back in, then all around to places I can’t locate, I sit with a memoir, and more poetry than I can even skim through.  Two books, the poems.  Not naming authors as I want to focus on the act, the books themselves, what I find in them as a student and the ideas generated.  Told myself in the garage that this Monday is the Monday and day where I change everything…. Get closer to certain goals, or maybe not even closer but rather just devour them.

I propose we make this Monday more wild and free and creatively crazy than anything we’ve ever done.  But, concurrently, demonstrating and actuating containment and poise.  Realize I should probably be writing in the office and not here at the kitchen island.  I am where I am.  I’m here for something in the story’s autonomous intention.  Riven with thought, now in this chair.  My academic hemisphere becoming more clear, more coherent and known about me, by me.  Looking for something this morning, in my students, in my studies, in the tangibility of me as an educator.  That’s what’s motivating me, should you know.  Now I know.

The quiet of my writing hut centers and calms me, gives way to more composition, more urgency in my exploration of poetic aesthetic, of poetry itself.  And I see my little tributary to reason.  Through that.  What is your tributary, reader?  What are you after?  What is your singular seek?


9 Feb

Waking up earlier, and earlier, teaches you more about you and what you can do than just being comfortable with that long-heralded “8 hours of sleep” you’ve been told you have to have.

This morning…

29 Jan

This week…

Different. Everything done differently. We need play, experiment, write down results and study them. Whether in class, at work, personal challenges… everything. Be wild, be Wonderland mad. Be ferociously creative. The way we get There is to break from regularities and constants that keep you stationary.

Have a sight, a vision. Don’t just be set on it, or even obsessed with or addicted to it. “It”, is much more than and “it”. Be your vision, feel yourself there, in YOUR There.

Where is your There? How will you get there?

Is Ms. Plath afraid of

29 Jan


Maybe her own work?



Rejection? Acceptance? Maybe they’re the same thing?


26 Jan

Writing everything down.  That’s how you “figure it out”, how you are confirmed in where you’re going.  Right now, on lunch, not taking a lunch but full advantage of my time which is MY time and no one else’s.  Using it how I want.  No spite involved, just ambition.  Educated by the day, a Friday but not for me, working the next two and all those after that.  More than merely driven or obsessed, but fervent, orthodox in my actions and efforts.  Knowing where you’re going is more than an intoxicant.  It’s a defining pulse in your story.  More than on-paper confirmation, but… no words.  It’s something.

Note all sensations and actions, thoughts and entertainments of mind.  Take your day and put it to page.  Study the scenes, all the people and what they say, the apparent symbols or just what crossed your path.  And, see the yay in all the day’s ways.  Nay-say only adds unneeded weight.  Where you’re going will be written, by you, and sometimes you won’t even notice it till you re-read those notes.  Nurture from your thoughts, on your jots, on visions of you in your There.  Dreams are dreams, till you electrify self, start really moving.

There are no mistakes.

24 Jan

There is only self-education.

Sometimes it’s harsh, and downright painful.

But what so many simply and quickly tag as a mistake is an invitation to live more freely.