Category Archives: Thoughts

Unnecessarily Deep Birthday Musings

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Desiderata

Max Ehrmann

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

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It Took Three Trys Before I Got My Poetic Licence.

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A degree in English and Creative Writing means you’ve eventually got to do it yourself. Once you’ve done all the important procrastinating it’s a hell of a lot harder than reading someone else’s work. What follows is my take on poetry. one at a time.

Density

Light nudge of the foot

It crumbles

Falls apart

Tiny flakes dispersing

Soot

Reticent cloud descends

Heaven scent

Still they smoulder

Impulses surging

Half dead; Fully alive

Older

Livid flames meet dense oppression

Left unchecked

Result: Structural damage

Regression

Is This Going To Cover Today’s Lunch Money?

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THAT is the question. What I’m going to do about dinner is the next one but I prefer to cross each bridge when I get there…

Deciding that writing is what I really want to do brings up that old chestnut, money.

So many artists/writers/musicians face the romantic idea of creating something unique for the adoring masses but there’s nothing romantic about constantly being short of money. I guess that’s why so many people end up packing it in and giving up on (or at least delaying) their dreams.

It brings up a lot of questions. Is it fair to rely on someone else while going for something the numbers say is unlikely? Is it viable in this ‘financial climate’? (I f&%#@ing hate that phrase) Is it ‘wise’ to be spending your energy on this when others your age are making concrete steps in definite careers? Are you willing to accept that doing this may well mean that you don’t have a ‘proper’ job in the interim?

But most important of all, will you regret not doing it…?