I'm not sure when exactly I began thinking of creativity, generally, and of the dynamics of creative living, in particular, in terms of life force, or energy. Those activities and attitudes that are life-giving versus those that take it away. Indeed, I was, you might say, "smacked over the head" with an aha moment recently [...]
Tag: art
On Play
I was fascinated to learn that Carl Jung discovered the therapeutic benefits of creativity by, himself, re-enacting a form of childhood play. An attempt to uncover the roots of an early psychological conflict. To be sure, such a desire to experiment on oneself, to delve into one's unconscious so rigorously and imaginatively, requires a playfulness [...]
Evening Acoustic
Dreaming on a back porch is a half-naked reverie in acoustic Breaths like a violin Stench and grain, gin and tonics, prolapsed desire preserved in salt Drunk on beauty Form made desire I am desire made form, a clause, an environment, spat stars, breasts that beat like little crescent moons Take me back, back, oh, [...]
Creativity is Harder.
Since returning home from the Kilimanjaro climb, I've had a number of friends and co-workers ask me when, or if, I was going to publish a blog post on my experience. In the form of life lessons, distillations of wisdom, or a trove of teachable moments. Eh, at some point. Maybe. The truth is, I [...]
On Sensual Living II
We want to be the poets of our life—first of all, in the smallest, most everyday matters. - Friedrich Nietzsche I imagine that, of all the creative games we play, some of the most purposeful and functional are those designed to transform otherwise painstaking components of our reality into more tolerable—even pleasurable—experiences. Work. Errands. Personal [...]
Self-Fashioning: The Image
When I started this blog as an experiment in meaning-making, I intended to create something beyond myself. A vision or an enterprise that, though it may find its origins in my consciousness, can stand on its own. I never anticipated that I would end up delving inward to the degree that I have. Or in [...]
Soul Scientist
I am a soul scientist A dreamer Dropping reflections For pennies Philosophies Probabilities The poetics of charm Spring day sparks in a jar Bottled up landscapes And cannonball chemicals Clobbered kisses Muddied by truth A florid kind of love
