"After so many years, I've learned that being creative is a full-time job with
its own daily patterns. That's why writers, for example, like to establish routines
for themselves. The most productive ones get started early in the morning,
when the world is quiet, the phones aren't ringing, and their minds are
rested, alert, and not yet polluted by other people's words. They might set a
goal for themselves-write fifteen hundred words, or stay at their desk until
noon-but the real secret is that they do this every day. In other words, they
are disciplined. Over time, as the daily routines become second nature, discipline
morphs into habit." -Twyla Tharp
Friday, November 5, 2010
No smoke without you, my fire.
After you left,
your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal
of so much love. One cigarette
in the non-smoker's tray.
As the last spire
trembles up, a sudden draught
blows it winding into my face.
Is it smell, is it taste?
You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
Out with the light.
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
Till I hear the very ash
sigh down among the flowers of brass
I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
I aspire to write more. I aspire to write daily actually. I see myself as one of those disciplined persons that forgets she has a Facebook, forgets that a world beyond productivity and hobbying exists. But instead, I live within a world of tired days and lazy eyes trapped in blogs, status updates, and fleeting time. This aspiration feels stuck in aspiration land.