Daily writing practice
2021/6/19 #poetry Honestly, it seems I can't avoid it. Ergonomics are important; & oh how long I have looked. The desire brings me back again and again, triggered by physical need. If I buy the keyboard will I be done with this quest? Or will I, like so many others, have my passion ignited brighter? There are many possible avenues of further interest. Delightful, or practical, but are any worth my time?
2021/6/17 #poetry World, you're too much! So full and so varied. I don't think these few scritch-scratches on paper will ever hold a candle to you. Useful triggers for engrams, maybe; even recombining them perhaps; but representing truly new information of the experiential type doesn't really happen with written words. The view from the top really is indescribable. You can frame it with descriptors, sure, but without seeing it yourself they only convey a sense of how the writer felt, not what they felt. The best the words do is to help frame perspectives. Spinning the mundane into something truly wonderful.
2021/6/15 #poetry Wulp, I'm 'fully' vaxed. I do wish 'fully' carried some weight and referred to more than just this one astounding virus. Some enhanced general immunity against a variety of diseases would be rather well received. Add in boosted resistance to pollutants and allergens and who would say no to that? Inject away I'd say. Supposedly regular exercise does do these things. I'm a fan.
2021/6/14 #poetry I don't cut the trees. I wouldn't dare. But they do get cut, and when I happen upon one, freshly sawed, the smells are quite arresting. Some are so intoxicatingly delightful that I must remain, unable to pull away. Deeply affecting, and subsumingly luxurious. No noxious perfume, no contrived mask of fragrances for a room, no bakery concocting its own elevating aroma can compare.
2021/6/12 #poetry The sun. The Sun. I live under the Sun. I spend time in the Sun. I play and laugh and run. It's really kind of fun, but I'm often burned before I'm done. I try my best to shade the rest of my skin that isn't clothed. Even so some rays get through and I end up overexposed. The Sun, the Sun, can't live without the Sun, and I'm certainly not one to say it isn't lovely. The Sun, the Sun, it lights, and warms, and runs the timing of the days and seasons. The Sun, the Sun, no explosive, bomb, or gun can ever compare to its power.
2021/6/11 #poetry Going outside every day is not that easy to do in my current abode. I could easily get out-of-doors but that wouldn't put me in the 'outdoors' so to speak and even so it is still comparatively more difficult than leaving a simple house. My plan is to make it easier for myself somehow. I think that having to change clothes really does increase resistance significantly. I think it has to do with how long it will take from the time I think to take the action of stepping out the door to actually doing it. Any preparations, especially ones that will initially reduce my comfort, are barriers. I won't have a problem tomorrow since I'll be meeting someone at an appointed time. When I'm on a schedule the reverse process happens, instead of counting forward from now to leaving I must count back from leaving to now and that creates a plan and action steps. The benefits of going outside are really amazing. Even for a few minutes. It changes how I think and feel. I think that it is worth the effort, especially here in this apartment above the trees and devoid of internal or external greenery. The few trees that are visible out the windows are certainly a lifeline but don't give the impression of a natural setting. Oh, what a backyard can mean. I used to have one. It was a place to be outside that was easy, almost effortless, to get to. The patio here doesn't quite do it. There's no dirt. Some in a planter doesn't really help. Still nice to go out to the patio, but I couldn't rely on that as a dose of nature.
2021/6/10 #poetry A pocket full of memories. Pages filled with glyphs, angular characters, encoded sounds. Meaning unlocked by years of education, indecipherable otherwise. The meaning isn't encoded in. The meaning is in ideas expressed as encoded patterns of sound represented by drawn shapes they are encoded into. Meaning is imposed upon these shapes, by minds that hold the ideas, during visual inspection.