#Beauty in #Poetry found in #Hell

On finding beauty in the inferno:

I found hell when I quit smoking weed, especially the first week. I felt like a newborn baby every morning for the first seven to nine days, but, now, the vision I have gained is a vision of the lack that I left before myself by being so removed from the reality I could have created. I missed the starting gun in life.

Beginning to live, I found this poem last week, and read it over and over again. Its the most beautiful thing I know at the moment. Richard Wilbur is a giant among giants in modern poetry.

The speaker observes the ocean, some gulls, some girls, and the waves washing over rocks from a beach at the bottom of a volcano, and reflects on the opposition between beauty and war. We are all at war. If you have found complete peace, please alert the media to your secret. God help us.

I am gaining firmer ground gradually. Literature like this poem finds me in perfect timing. Enjoy this timely piece…

On the Marginal Way
               for J. C. P.   
 
       Another cove of shale,
 But the beach here is rubbled with strange rock
    That is sleek, fluent, and taffy-pale.
 I sare, reminded with a little shock
 How, by a shore in Spain, George Barrow saw
 A hundred women basking in the raw.

       They must have looked like this,
 That catch of bodies on the sand, that strew
    Of rondure, crease, and orifice,
 Lap, flank, and knee—a too abundant view
 Which, though he'd had the lenses of a fly,
 Could not have waked desire in Borrow's eye.

       Has the light altered now?
 The rocks flush rose and have the melting shape
    Of bodies fallen anyhow.
 It is a Gericault of blood and rape,
 Some desert town despoiled, some caravan
 Pillaged, its people murdered to a man,

       And those who murdered them
 Galloping off, a rumpling line of dust
    Like the wave’s white, withdrawing hem.
 But now the vision of a colder lust
 Clears, as the wind goes chill and all is greyed
 By a swift cloud that drags a carrion shade.

       If these are bodies still,
 Theirs is a death too dead to look asleep,
    Like that of Auschwitz’ final kill,
 Poor slaty flesh abandoned in a heap
 And then, like sea-rocks buried by a wave,
 Bulldozed at last into a common grave.

       It is not tricks of sense
 But the time’s fright within me which distracts
    Least fancies into violence
 And makes my thought take cover in the facts,
 As now it does, remembering how the bed
 Of layered rock two miles above my head

       Hove ages up and broke
 Soundless asunder, when the shrinking skin
    Of Earth, blacked out by steam and smoke,
 Gave passage to the muddled fire within,
 Its crannies flooding with a sweat of quartz,
 And lathered magmas out of deep retorts

       Welled up, as here, to fill
 With tumbled rockmeal, stone-fume, lithic spray,
    The dike’s brief chasm and the sill.
 Weathered until the sixth and human day
 By standing winds and water, scuffed and brayed
 By the slow glacier’s heel, these forms were made

       That now recline and burn
 Comely as Eve and Adam, near a sea
    Transfigured by the sun’s return.
 And now three girls lie golden in the lee
 Of a great arm or thigh, and are as young
 As the bright boulders that they lie among.

       Though, high above the shore
 On someone’s porch, spread wings of newsprint flap
    The tidings of some dirty war,
 It is a perfect day: the waters clap
 Their hands and kindle, and the gull in flight
 Loses himself at moments, white in white,

       And like a breaking thought
 Joy for a moment floods into the mind,
    Blurting that all things shall be brought
 To the full state and stature of their kind,
 By what has found the manhood of this stone.
 May that vast motive wash and wash our own.

 By Richard Wilbur

Wilbur, Richard, New and Collected Poems, First Harvest, 1989

Over and Over Again… Less is More

“Don’t go to Home Depot for the hose” means that, when we are planning, we should try to leave out everything that doesn’t belong to our goal, anything divisive in destination.

Me, HERE

Less is more. If you boil down success, you find commitment. That’s just about it, and everything else is going through the motions. I’m committed to writing because it may be the only thing I do well. I wrote a blog of poems from a severely low place for a few years. They came easily, like a flash, from a small mode of consciousness that I was comfortable in. I say “small” because what I saw was completely myopic. The vision I had was drawn from a greatly deep, vast depression that I allowed myself to enter as a stoned junkie smoking weed every minute. Cue: less is more. In my case, none is most.

Fortunately, I’m committed to just say “no” like I was taught in school. Do they even teach that in primary school anymore? Now that marijuana is moving towards legalization, something friends and I craved, I’m off the roller coaster–week 1 of Narcotics Anonymous. Hooray! A commitment, and less (none) of something I don’t need. This is practicing what I’ve been so focused on after reading Seth Godin’s blog post, Don’t Shave That Yak!

Not to share all about the twelve steps, I feel like my next adventure has begun. There is a lot of love in the program, and it is very humbling. The most exciting part is knowing that I have much greater things to offer in my life without the choice I made everyday to use the weed. Less is more. I committed to not anymore giving myself a choice. When I write poems, I make lots of choices. To leave a word in or out, to punctuate differently, or to use different line breaks are all choices that affect my readers. The choice used to always be “yes” to toking up. How differently will my being affect others not being stoned?

A Dot-to-Dot #Poem, #Poetry #Thoughts, #Introspect

Day to Day, Dot to Dot

See this dot-to-dot
godly—not a drone,
speeding to targets.
Delay… Splay… Array…
 
Godly dot-to-dot,
stop, finish, or see
wonder-line-picture—
love the lines.
 
Done, on a dot,
see the scene—
a fancy, a mode—
and, godly, made,
before, after, me, a line so fine.

Life as peekaboo, a dot-to-dot…

Going with the #Godin Yak Shaving #Idea

Godin advises taking care in how you use what is at your disposal in completing tasks, maybe even before you begin.

Me, HERE

Before the Beginning…

We have to take in to account our past yak shaving parties. Our plans should already be cleanly shaved in detail, and more important than inclusion may be (definitely is) exclusion. Hopefully everything we want is easy to imagine. More challenging is to determine everything to be left out. After finishing something, everyone knows nobody sees everything they didn’t want in the process before they began. Ask a writer how much more difficult it is to say more saying less.

“Don’t go to Home Depot for the hose,” Seth Godin.

But what to leave out? What if we need a hose? Leave out things based on experience. No, not everything we’ve learned, but anything we’ve taken personal account of that is beyond a healthy, sustainable goal. We can’t give and expect more in glory unless, before beginning, the goal is sustainable by ourselves. We are the determining factor and foundation of everything we do from the start of a venture. We must continually hone our eyes on finding weaknesses before we take action and take them out.

Progressing a project successfully begins before we begin. The quality of the original thought must remain connected to the ultimate goal of a project throughout the process. After the initial, inspiring flash of an idea, we need to ask, “what do I need less of for this to come to fruition?” “Don’t go to Home Depot for the hose” means that, when we are planning, we should try to leave out everything that doesn’t belong to our goal, anything divisive in destination.

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Gardens of the Moon, Steven Erikson

On second read…

Yes, I’ve come to The Malazan Book of the Fallen a second time, or (I should say) I’ve come to finish Gardens of the Moon for a second time and have begun Deadhouse Gates, again, aiming to finish it (this time) and complete the core of the series by Steven Erikson. If memory serves me correctly, I must have dropped this series when I began to watch The Game of Thrones on HBO. Beginning a few seasons behind and with a binge, I joined the bandwagon.

This is the series I’ve been more serious about in curiosity, though had tucked it under a blanket in the back of my mind for when I would thirst for a great story again and planned on rereading it from the start of my GOT romance. Without visual production for the screen and being a much more voluminous series than GOT and not a part of mainstream pop culture, The Malazan Book of the Fallen appeals more greatly as a series that I want to read over seeing it on the screen. To put this story on film would break the entire bank and be a double-decade undertaking, at least.

As well, the series lured me to it again because I enjoyed the complexity of The Game of Thrones, the violence and darkness, and the hope the great characters brought to the fantasy tale, but I did want more than this only. MBotF’s complexity is greater than GOT’s. Magic of demons, Gods, High Mages, Lords of Darkness, power higher than on display in the series GOT, adds layers of complexity players of Dungeons & Dragons enjoy, which multiplies possible foreshadowing through the tale. The story runs deeper than visual representation. Yes, like GOT, MBotF’s plots lead near and far, but the magic use in the story brings on a vaster reality of war.

Erikson’s style reads as well as watching a movie. Readers are never at a lack for plot progression or interesting detail. Every moment of Gardens of the Moon motivated me to continue to read.

#Reading a #Godin #Blog, I’m #Inspired by #Experience #Practice and #Information – a #Response

I enjoy reading about self improvement. I enjoy learning boiled down task lists that proceed me with information that I need to know to get to where I want to be. I was happy to read, author and entrepreneur, Seth Godin’s blog entitled, Don’t Shave That Yak!

Godin gives a lesson belonging to the phrase yak shaving. This is when you intend to take action to do something to fulfill a purpose but wind up “shaving a yak” in the zoo ten hours later. You could’ve shaved nine hours off the accomplishment of your plan if you had the right, useful information. Godin advises avoiding yak shaving parties in goals.

I do too. The article delineates a learning process. When you course through life, you draw your own map based on your own information. We don’t all have the same information or map, but I believe that, driven to succed in goals, we can find the help to shave time off achieving our accomplishments. Guiding information is at our fingertips, and we have whole communities that share knowledge in forums and markets nearer than a trek to the local yak zoo.

At work on important tasks, we can have many avenues to forge our way directly. We choose which beneficial avenue to traverse. Our job is in providing a product or service efficiently and satisfactorily to consumers. If our plans are well planned and we have trusted human or other resources, avoiding yak shaving parties comes with the experience of patience, organization, and learning from prior mistakes. The point of learning through experience is to foresee where each trail in the woods leads. Sometimes they lead to yak prairies, but you’ve added to your map and saved the information to use further down the way, which should save you time and energy. Godin advises taking care in how you use what is at your disposal in completing tasks, maybe even before you begin.