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Brief flashes of inspiration
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And so the night is spent hacking at poetry.
There are brief flashes of inspiration, illumination - a clever reinterpretation of similar sounding words, a line that trips off the tongue, but that's where it ends.
Otherwise there are long lists of words and ideas that have to be integrated into the whole - a sentence isn't a stanza, a stanza isn't a poem...
The 99 % perspiration.
Flashes of illumination that might encompass, say, 4 or 5 lines, they're rare. Rarer than poems. And so you take the little flashes and assemble them like pearls on a string. There are gaps, sure, but they can be filled in, it's important that things are in order.
It's still gold, these little gems and epiphanies, but the process needs to be worked upon so it becomes more consistent, simpler.
The big flashes, they'll come, I'm new to this, or if not new it's been a while, and so the flashes so far are brief, they'll get longer, long enough to write entire verses, poems, in a sitting, for the moment I have to be patient.
The Prometheus Tree
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Listening to radiolab, inspires at least one link of the day: The Prometheus Tree, the oldest living tree in the world.
Sunday, July 4 - 2010
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Another day squandered, too tired to go out, the rain justifies my laziness.
A couple of feeble garage sales yesterday, not on a mission but stumbled across in the neighborhood, a pair of speakers and subwoofer for the computer, great, these should give me the ability to sell my stereo....sadly, despite reassurances from the seller they didn't work.
A trip to the dry cleaners, sign "On Vacation until July 12...", handy, all my clean clothes are imprisoned, I do laundry and pay the roommate to iron my shirts for me.
Then work, slow but time passes and there are now a mere 4 weeks left.
The owner, he shows me his copy of National Geographic, it just came in the mail, there's a picture of some Muslims eating in a communal area, he's amazed because he thinks that they're eating with the same hand they wipe their ass with and I explain that there's a very strict etiquette about that in Muslim countries, he's doubtful, and somewhere inside I'm amazed that he purchases it, it's more-or-less as a reference to endangered animals he hasn't yet had a chance to kill, a throwback to the days when seeing a tribeswoman without a shirt was a big thrill, hardly their target audience....
The urge to go out last night, quickly thwarted by the grim bus trip home, the thought of a shower and another change of clothes is sufficient deterrent to keep me in. I'm getting older than my years at this job.
Today, flea market, thrift shops, played some more with the speakers and subwoofer *(it really doesn't work), multiple naps, late coffee, and now it's time to work on outstanding projects. So time passes.
Hoards
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A Hoard is simply another name for treasures generally hidden with a view to recover them later.
Fortunately for us, not all of them were recovered. Wikipedia has an excellent list of recovered hoards (principally in Britain), which should whet the appetite of even the most complacent of treasure hunters.
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