i need some meaning i can memorize, the kind i have always seems to slip my mind
i still haven't read the way i should be. haha every time i go to write in this it makes me realize that. which is definitely a good thing. little reminders. but it makes me feel so terrible.
"God grant me the serenity
the accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference"
--Reinhold Niebuhr
i have money, power, and a moisturizer that really works.
i go sledding way past dark, play kickball,
and barbie's hair grows back.
i hear the sound of the ocean in my shoes.
i have a sense of calm satisfaction
and a best-seller.
i own a drum set, a trampoline, and a farm filled with animals.
i know how to tile my own bathroom, change a tire,
and experience the world underwater by scuba.
i look flawless in the morning.
i dance with the rockettes
and indulge in unsquelchable laughing fits several times a day.
i have more clothes, more sleep, and a convertible.
i enjoy regular facials, sip on good coffee,
and drive a pickup truck.
i am a radical filmmaker.
everyone knows my name
but no one bothers me in the grocery store.
the other night i was driving through suburbial manchester in a pretty well lit area, there were streetlights all along the road. and there were trees all along among the streetlights. we all know that your average-aged streetlight is that peachy, yellowish color... very similar to how to moon looks the night before the hottest day of the summer. that color is so recognizable as the "streetlight glow," and it was falling down onto the trees that were standing on either side of it.
it kind of struck me because as i looked at the tree, the leaves really WERE that orange color of the streetlight. but my brain didn't let me see it that way. in fact i didn't even stand the chance, i immediately and unintentionally recognized it as a normal green tree in the dark with a streetlight shining on it. the tree really did look orange, but i couldn't REALLY see and acknowledge it that way as something real and existing in the world, even though i kind of wanted to. and it bothered me that i couldn't just see it at face value. that should be the easiest part of the whole brain-eye connection, don't you think? i mean don't get me wrong, i am very happy to have the ability to see things for what they really are. i just think life would be a little more fun if i could see a bright orange tree in august every now and then.
e.e. cummings once said that if a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.
let's make some bright, peachy-orange august trees.
"God grant me the serenity
the accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference"
--Reinhold Niebuhr
i have money, power, and a moisturizer that really works.
i go sledding way past dark, play kickball,
and barbie's hair grows back.
i hear the sound of the ocean in my shoes.
i have a sense of calm satisfaction
and a best-seller.
i own a drum set, a trampoline, and a farm filled with animals.
i know how to tile my own bathroom, change a tire,
and experience the world underwater by scuba.
i look flawless in the morning.
i dance with the rockettes
and indulge in unsquelchable laughing fits several times a day.
i have more clothes, more sleep, and a convertible.
i enjoy regular facials, sip on good coffee,
and drive a pickup truck.
i am a radical filmmaker.
everyone knows my name
but no one bothers me in the grocery store.
the other night i was driving through suburbial manchester in a pretty well lit area, there were streetlights all along the road. and there were trees all along among the streetlights. we all know that your average-aged streetlight is that peachy, yellowish color... very similar to how to moon looks the night before the hottest day of the summer. that color is so recognizable as the "streetlight glow," and it was falling down onto the trees that were standing on either side of it.
it kind of struck me because as i looked at the tree, the leaves really WERE that orange color of the streetlight. but my brain didn't let me see it that way. in fact i didn't even stand the chance, i immediately and unintentionally recognized it as a normal green tree in the dark with a streetlight shining on it. the tree really did look orange, but i couldn't REALLY see and acknowledge it that way as something real and existing in the world, even though i kind of wanted to. and it bothered me that i couldn't just see it at face value. that should be the easiest part of the whole brain-eye connection, don't you think? i mean don't get me wrong, i am very happy to have the ability to see things for what they really are. i just think life would be a little more fun if i could see a bright orange tree in august every now and then.
e.e. cummings once said that if a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.
let's make some bright, peachy-orange august trees.