Inspiration?

[Cadaverous Pallor]

Ok kids, thanks so much for the fantastic entries. You people are oh see kay.

Time for a new theme. Let's use this quote for inspiration:

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed. ~Carl Jung

Again, use this however you wish - you can include the quote in your piece, or take ideas from it, or what have you.

I'll be back later with my submission.

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

and inspired by my filthy glasses, the lenses of which never seem to stay clean...

Tortoise Shell Negotiators

Without the glass, it is a meaningless interstice
Between my face and what’s in front;
The lenses through which I view this country askew
Are necessaries that right the angles and sharpen crystallized light
Into objects I can identify with the weaker of my senses

Essential to me is this unblurring that
Happily erases the halo from this world;
Me, I like my sinning in sharp focus
Me, I like the hedonistic throng of Man
That flails against that which would puppet master our inhibitions

I want to inebriate the populace with language,
The vibrancy of a human thought in voice or ink:
Word with a lowercase ‘w’, and not in anyone’s name but Ours

I want to drink the nectar of happenstance,
I want to get so sick on luck and coincidence,
Vomit up the definitions I have for “fate", “destiny”,
And the rascally “expectation”

So I’m thankful for these glasses that let me see the world
In its way and mine, though it’s a wrestling act each time
I blink the crying back

And possibly it’s true that I’ve been given rare visions
Of things as I would have them be and not as they are,
But I wonder if these moderators,
Between my face and what’s in front,
Make me a hostage to my inner dreams and thoughts

Also in the wondering,
Do other people’s glasses gather up the world refuse as mine do?
It’s as if all the grime and speck of life need a place to rest
And have taken a shine to me -
Sweat that’s condensed and grease from the forelock,
Ash, muck, fingerprint and glue

The filthy detritus of bodies keeping my loneliness company,
Fvcking up my pretty views

[Tref]

Originally Posted by Eliza Hodgkins 1812

and inspired by my filthy glasses, the lenses of which never seem to stay clean...

Tortoise Shell Negotiators ...

Yer words skate like the finga's of Vince Guaraldi.

[Tref]

Originally Posted by Tref

Yer words skate like the finga's of Vince Guaraldi.

Whateverthehellthatmeans.

[blueerica]

So the topic should be A Rewarding Task, but quite frankly, I can't think of anything. Could such a simple theme be so difficult? I suppose so.

There are a number of rewarding tasks; those that the very task is it’s own reward, those that you get a reward for upon completion (a bounty, some might say), and those which have rewards only in knowing that they’re checked off some arbitrary list I’ve made up. (Oh, I have many!)

For me, the most rewarding of tasks usually fall in the first category. Instant gratification, and most everyone, I think, would take that option. Drawing, though it has been so long since I’ve done it for pleasure, is a task that fits within those parameters. But, what’s even better about that task is that the final result, the end product, becomes a reward matching or even surpassing the reward of the doing.

Completion holds its own sweet reward, does it not? Sometimes – okay, most of the time – I over-analyze my finished works, be they writings or drawings, and the reward diminishes as I ruminate over missed strokes and missed words. The worst, for me, is the spraying of fixative over fine layers of dust, finalizing it, only to notice an oversight in shading or landscaping. It’s nice that Little Red Riding Hood now looks as though she is prancing off a cliff, instead of into a beautiful, full forest. (i.e. more than the first few rows of trees, Erica!)

OR – The post that goes through, as my right hand and index finger clicks (so gently) the submit button. A flash of panic as in my mind’s eye, I see the mistake I made. Misspeaking, misspelling, or otherwise misrepresenting what should have been a great post, idea, poem (Oscar Wilde once said “A poet can survive anything but a misprint.”). Hit the Q-edit button! It might not help me before someone might lay eyes on what I’ve said, what mistakes I’ve made. OH! Why am I so hard on myself?







But I must say – completing THIS task, writing about rewarding tasks – is completed, and the reward is mine!


When’s the next topic coming, CP?