Monday, October 26, 2009

Filling a Blank Sheet

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My mind is sort of a blank right now. Not that I don't have tons of thoughts and ideas, none that really want to formulate into a workable post at the moment, but they're there, their intent to fruitfully come forth notwithstanding, they lurk and mock me at the very tip of my own tongue. The question becomes, what do you do with such an issue? The writer's greatest enemy.

Well, my normal method is to just let it all sit and bake in my head until it rises like bread overflowing and demanding to be vented. I've walked around with a poem in my head for weeks before putting it on paper, and there's a half dozen stories that are floating up there until the time comes that they've developed enough to scribble them out.

With all these thoughts constantly evolving, there's rarely a blank sheet of paper that scares me, because even if none of my muses are ready for prime-time I like to think that there's some static electricity from them all rubbing against each other and that sparks other unique sequences that are more easily captured. Almost a "leftovers for dinner" situation.

Oh, it's not blank anymore. I guess you can write about anything.

Monday, October 19, 2009

The Breaking

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I've never had a broken limb, but the process of mending it seems to be to put on a cast. This hard material designed to protect the broken area, to keep it in place while the natural course of healing takes place. The cast keeps the bone set properly, but it also is this tough shell so that if the fragile place is bumped or moved, the fragile place is largely unharmed. Of course, if your arm is broke then you really shouldn't move it until it's properly healed, this is also a function of the cast, to remind you of what you cannot do.

So I think it is when life breaks us. Our heart is flooded with hurt, whatever the source of heartbreak, we find ourselves retreating a little bit, throwing a cast onto our fragile places, a rigid guard to immobilize the damaged area while we breathe for a moment, regain our footing and wait for the natural course of healing to take place. The side-effects are far from ideal, but outweigh the cons of not allowing the healing to ever take place.

I've found myself in such a place a time or two, perhaps even now, but the path seems a little different each time. I suppose the key is to be patient, look for hope and look for opportunities to love those who need it, because I believe love begets love, and that's a good place to start.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Boldly Go

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What does it mean to be inspired? Is it a feeling inside you that won't leave? Is it a thought that is screaming to be expressed in some way? Is it some deep urge to do something you've never done before? A desire unfulfilled? A hope waiting to be realized?

Where does inspiration come from? Is it a sight, a beauty that captivates and forces you to re-express it? Is it divine, the very breath of God flowing through you to reveal a new truth, or maybe an old one forgotten? Does it spring from an old memory that pushes and innovates itself in a new freeing way? A taste, a smell, a touch, a sound? Is it guilt, is it pride? Is it drawn from security or heartbreak? Is it another's work of art, or maybe the destruction of it?

Where does it go? Is it used or ignored? Built upon or wasted? Does inspiration beget inspiration? Does it pave the way to self-reflection and revelations? Is it crafted in the hopes of benefitting someone else, or more as an outlet to satisfy the craving of the soul?

I suspect it's all of that and none of it. Whatever it is, appreciate it. Wherever it is from, listen to it. Whatever you do, use it to boldly go where you have never gone before or you may one day find yourself uninspired, and a worse fate in this life I cannot imagine.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Rap Songs White People Love cuz They Think It Gives Them "Cred" (but it doesn't)

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I was inspired by a similar post that I feel got it terribly terribly wrong. So, this is my list of rap songs that white people know and love and think it's cool to know and love, but it's not. In my own reverse order of hatred:

10. Tone Loc - "Wild Thing"
Yes, since this is in reverse order that means if you start singing Wild Thing you're at the least insulting end of my spectrum, but don't push it Ricky Vaughn.

9. Skee-Lo - "I Wish"
*I* Wish you'd stop bringing this song up.

8. House of Pain - "Jump Around"
Yes, I'm sure you are the cream of the crop, you rise to the top, or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzenegger. The only one on this list I'm guilty of, but at least I acknowledge it.

7. Nelly.
Yes, everything by Nelly. Hey, these are the rules, I didn't write them, I just try and obey them.

6. Will Smith - "Gettin' Jiggy Wit It"
Let's be perfectly clear, this song wasn't even cool for 5 seconds, so saying "That ship has sailed" is a bit misleading. In fact, unless you're talkin' "Summertime" then you shouldn't even mention Will Smith's rapping. Yes, that includes "Men In Black". Let's just say Will's rapping and his character in "Six Degrees of Separation" share a special correlation.

5. Tag Team - "Whoomp There It Is"
No it isn't.

4. Coolio - "Gangsta's Paradise"
No. I know what you're thinking, but no. Just know no.

3. Snow - "Informer"
You don't really know the lyrics anyway. C'mon, dude was a Canuck with a Jamaican accent. WACK! And he wants to "licky boom boom down"?? Perv.

2. Vanilla Ice - "Ice.....Ice......Baby."
The "Dark & Twisty" Wes Hemings would love to smother you with a pillow for playing this song, for any reason, ever. Word to your mother.

1. Warren G feat. Nate Dogg - "Regulate"
Oh my shoot me in the face with an RPG, I can't tell you how much I loathe hearing this song brought up then people start right in with "It was a clear dark night, a clear white moon..." NO! NO IT WASN'T!!! IT WAS A CLEAR VIOLATION OF YOU THINKING YOU KNEW HIP RAP SONG LYRICS!!!! And I loathe you for reciting it. Looooooathe. This song ceased being cool after a week, you should know this. Post it on your see-thru fridge door, right next to your bloody Pearl Jam tickets. Just never sing this song again.


I hope you've enjoyed my hate-filled sarcastic rants. And yes, I'm white, enjoy the irony.