Reverb 2010 Dec 2.
I am preposting for what would be Reverb 4. I started Reverb 1 on Reverb 2 Day, so did Reverb 3 on its correct day to catch up. But since I don’t have Reverb 4 as I prepare this, I will fall back to Reverb 2. Follow that? I will do Reverb 4 and 5 on Reverb 5 day since Reverb 4 Day I will be going going going all.day.long.
December 2 – Writing. What do you do each day that doesn’t contribute to your writing — and can you eliminate it? (Author: Leo Babauta)
There is nothing, absolutely nothing that escapes my writing if I pay attention to the particulars. Thus, I have to my credit 5 years of blogging, at least 3 of those years daily. Story, after all, was the theme of my Master’s Degree: American Studies – Story and Social Change.
Observation
by Tammy Vitale
Here is the poet scrawling
in her journal. Overhead blue sky. Nearby
yellow plastic tablecloth. Younder
snips of contention,
colored red. Tomorrow
she will pour over the pages,
pluck the gifts left by her psyche
or some undesignated energy, take what she
discovers, extract and extend it, create an entity
subtle but shiny, something she, in turn,
can give away. Today
I probe the ruined garden searching
through dark earth for bulbs needing
defense against winter’s assault. The ants
in their nests are frantic with this
unexplained, unexpected intrusion, and I think
of her – how the accidental arousing of things
can initiate an incident so stunning
the conventional world comes to an end.
reluctant poet
by Maya Stein (as found in Patti Digh’s “Creative is a Verb”)
You could be writing about the new garden. Now there’s a metaphor
you could chew on for hours, if your mind was in it. But alas,
today you are a reluctant poet, seeing the dahlia on your
back deck simply as a dahlia, and the basil plant as nothing else
than a fledgling herb nestled next to sweet spearmint. Today,
you ate French toast, watched television, spoke to a friend
who called to say hello, rinsed dishes, contemplated laundry,
decided against it, sat on your stone-grey couch to send
an email or two. Nothing mythic here at all, no magic in the least.
And yet how ripe this nothing of a peach, how filling this plain feast.
Wylde Women’s Wisdom
The ordinary is that only when compared to something else deemed more than ordinary. But what is extraordinary but ordinary times itself? – The change more in the story that goes along with the multiplication than the actuality. If you stop, breathe in and breathe out and breathe in again, you may catch the ordinary sparkling behind a veil you just now notice – in time to pull it back and enjoy. Tammy Vitale
4 Comments
Stacey – when I get out of the way, it does. ;]
Makes writing seem so serene, seems to flow so smoothly out of you. Beautiful.
Anne -thank you!
Very beautiful poem.