Elements that remove the glare

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The emerging reality that the ones glaring inside are too noisy to ignore, making space for the meek to inherit the earth.

The powers of nature can too be political. But the elemental energies lend their powers to the working citizens.

There is no expiration date on the freedom of the communal tact. The amalgamation of hope carries with it the elements of uncertainty. But it also slides confidently with a gust of wind.

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To be close to the texture of things

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I walked through woods, botanical gardens, and autumnal light-filled streets spotting the hybridity of green and colored plants, swamps, leaves, and vines trying to grasp a sense of texture that brings a sense of play to the air.

The peaceful taste of daily experience relaxes the texture of the human mind.

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The value of making up stuff

Art is what we do with our extra time. It is more leisure than life. “Art is everything you don’t have to do,” as Brian Eno put it.

The starving artist is compelled to have a day job. We can’t make art without the backbone of cash. 

However, the cashless value of writing a poem, painting a picture, or photographing the trees could save your life. 

It is in making up stuff we find meaning. The canvass enhances our lives, inspires us to express ourselves. That freedom can be liberating. 

Writes Louis Menand in his latest New Yorker piece entitled Can Poetry Change Your Life?

“But I got the same painful pleasure out of writing prose that I did out of writing poetry—the pleasure of trying to put the right words in the right order. And I took away from my experience with poetry something else. I understood that the reason people write poems is the reason people write. They have something to say.”

Art translates life. It takes us places. We need stories and memes in order to keep the everyday exciting. 

The human shadow is a lack of light

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Humans rent Earth. It is for no lack of light we tend to do it harm, avoiding recycling and willingly spoiling the air with carbon emissions that heat up the seas.

We are buried in short-sightedness, unable to foresee the attrition of the very planet that is our terra firma. 

Nature can only solve so many problems. The rest is self-inflicted. 

Without a shock interruption, we’ll become the destructive tenants of our surroundings. 

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Against conventional thinking 

Do you prefer labyrinths, racetracks, or straight lines?

In following others and jumping through hoops, we can assure the most predictable of lives.

What if instead we danced with the uncertainty of being lost, gathering string on the way to a slow realization

You can be the tortoise or the hare, desire speed over power. 

There are no shortcuts to keeping it interesting. 

The old crossing

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Across the bridge, where pedestrians pass.

Even as the strong bridge rots, we continue walking to connect the gaps to the wider world.

Under or over, we suspend doubt to avoid its nonexistence.

Build your own bridge, the old crossing of words.

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The body is a selector

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Sometimes we walk ourselves into our best thoughts. Small steps often lead to big revelations.

Other times, we dig into our imagination never knowing what we might find.

Where is the reality in simulation anyway? It is the brain that adds color to the skies, odor to the trees, and taste to the cookie.

The unanswerable drives humans to chase anticipation into what they believe most. In a silent jungle, the body’s machinery can turn the law of nature into a waterfall of sound.

Even the heart jangles if we listen close enough. Objects are eternal both inside and out, waiting to be discovered with the liberty of perception.

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What remains of it

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A person who hesitates is not necessarily lost. They could be chewing on their thoughts, piecing together what’s worth remembering.

Pausing does not make a procrastinator, just as disinfluency does not unsettle the words of a writer.

The advantage of doing things slowly is doing them with consistent intent. What remains is important.

We can gather string for years, researching a topic for days on end. But we have nothing to show for it unless we spend the time to piece it all together.

We act, think, edit, curate, and deduce all at the same time, to align reality and imagination to the speed of our pen.

“Art, being bartender, is never drunk…”

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Artists lie, just as much as the marketer. They inject their personalities through their work to proclaim their uniqueness while still entertaining the crowds. They exist to stand out, weird for show, hunting praise and likes just as much as the next maker.

“Art is everything you don’t have to do.” – Brian Eno

We don’t need art to live, but we do need its emotional provocation and its ability to spread taste in ideas. The whole world’s a stage, accelerating revolutions for show and tell. Tragicomedy relieves us from our own seriousness.

Wrote poet Peter Viereck:

Art, being bartender, is never drunk;

And magic that believes itself must die.

Being absurd as well as beautiful,

Magic—like art—is hoax redeemed by awe.”