I gain. I write tomorrow's blog today which means I will have some editing time and not publish the tripe to which you have grown accustomed. I rushed, swore, and ran to get to a poetry reading only to find that I arrived a full month early. Lesson--read a bit more carefully, plan, and breath prior to an event. Cut me some slack. I have had little sleep the past few days. I think I may have to give up coffee for my writing career's sake.
With all the effort described in the preceding paragraph, I decided to recharge my battery along with the computer's. I have parked myself at Powell's book store. Good picture huh? I think it might work well in the cover of my first book. I had a Indian guy (read from India) next to me laughing at Indian poetry. Dreadlocks, tattoos, tie dye dresses, pierced and persecuted we sit. And me so conservative yet committed like my fellow Bohemians to the words.
I should probably write humor because I see much irony in the world e.g. the CD disk behind me entitled Essential Thoreau. The poor man probably turned in his grave to think the simple life he prescribed has come to WiFi, Internet, CD's, and cellphones. Could Thoreau have birthed Walden Pond with a cell phone violating his natural paradise.
In each body a soul bound or expressed? My how my mind jumps. I think I scratched the record somewhere. I think much about perspective these days. I can look at this decaying body as the prison of my soul which keeps me from realizing my potential. Or maybe this body serves as the medium by which I express the eternal within.
I see so many here in Portland use the body as an external canvas to paint and pierce and drape in retro. I believe that what comes out of the body makes us unique rather than the external adornment we attach to it.
The building where the Literary Arts plans poetry in August had an atrium. People dressed nicely sipped wine and ate fine cuisine. I have missed so much of the life with senseless forays into self-destructive behavior. NO MORE FORERAYS!! I feel ready to put on the shirt that reads "been there done that and have no desire to return thank you very much."
"Now I'm going round, going round, going round one more time." James Taylor crones into my ear buds. He saw himself going into another relationship even while suffering from the last. The past few days I have practiced my enjoyment skills as a single guy taking in sand sculpting, a jazz concert, a near-miss poetry reading, and now Powell's Book store soaking in creative ambiance.
Well, fellow Bohemians....Seek beauty in all places at all times
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