Monday, September 11, 2006
I don't feel like writing
Yet I do feel like writing.
It is one of those moods where I am highly motivated to do something, yet not motivated to do anything at all but sleep.
In external news, Heritage Underground was completed today. It'll be a couple of weeks to finish putting all the components together, adding more teachers and what not, but the big parts are finished. Already I have a list of ten bugs to fix too lol.
Ashley: I am ready to sit down with you (on the phone or on MSN) for a chat about your website any time you'd like.
Chrissie: Ditto, but include the option of a physical meeting.
Its just a mental blah that is probably a result of staying up too late and such - I'm hitting the hay within the hour - but it brings interesting thoughts and, on occasion, inspiration.
Why do people write poetry? or even, why are people creative in general? Where is their motiviation... some obviously do it for the money and (to be honest) their stuff isn't really good. Not to say you can't be big and great, but you can't be great if you're trying to become a big name. But I'll never make money at writing poetry lol. Some people write for others - they write sonnets for the one they love or for a hero of theirs.
I don't think good creative efforts come from doing it for others (which includes doing it for money). It is only when you do it because its what you want to do that you truly reach into the core of good art - emotion. Sure you might never be a popular success, but your art will have a quality that cannot be trademarked.
And that is my random though for the evening - I've rarely written anything at someone's request and when I do, its never me and its never good. Its only when I have the sudden urge to just write for me and let the words flow (they really do seem to come out of nowhere sometimes so that even I am unconcious of the meaning of them - I barely recognize some of these as my own work and wonder if I accidently posted something of somebody elses) that true emotion shows in my work and I really begin to love it.
I wrote a poem last night - I'll post it here for your enjoyment and it'll be on deviantART soon.
So I leave you with the beginning of a new era - and the end of a goodnight. Farewell my friends.
------
The Beginning
I break my normal form tonight to bring you thoughts of why?
It was never for glory, wealth or such; indeed these I could never claim.
There lies within all a burning fire, from black heart to iron forge.
It is not to pay tribute or win such stuff, but bring you these thoughts of mine.
Imagine footsteps along a sandy beach;
picture the trails we have left behind.
Are there those who seek as I seek,
call them friends of mine?
Deeper thought, our burning question,
who has loved and lost?
Are we just shadows of empty beings
or is there light in mine...
Wake thee who've slept
so long,
and shaken with every
thought.
Open the mind to the
friendly muse,
begin what was once
forgot.
------
It is one of those moods where I am highly motivated to do something, yet not motivated to do anything at all but sleep.
In external news, Heritage Underground was completed today. It'll be a couple of weeks to finish putting all the components together, adding more teachers and what not, but the big parts are finished. Already I have a list of ten bugs to fix too lol.
Ashley: I am ready to sit down with you (on the phone or on MSN) for a chat about your website any time you'd like.
Chrissie: Ditto, but include the option of a physical meeting.
Its just a mental blah that is probably a result of staying up too late and such - I'm hitting the hay within the hour - but it brings interesting thoughts and, on occasion, inspiration.
Why do people write poetry? or even, why are people creative in general? Where is their motiviation... some obviously do it for the money and (to be honest) their stuff isn't really good. Not to say you can't be big and great, but you can't be great if you're trying to become a big name. But I'll never make money at writing poetry lol. Some people write for others - they write sonnets for the one they love or for a hero of theirs.
I don't think good creative efforts come from doing it for others (which includes doing it for money). It is only when you do it because its what you want to do that you truly reach into the core of good art - emotion. Sure you might never be a popular success, but your art will have a quality that cannot be trademarked.
And that is my random though for the evening - I've rarely written anything at someone's request and when I do, its never me and its never good. Its only when I have the sudden urge to just write for me and let the words flow (they really do seem to come out of nowhere sometimes so that even I am unconcious of the meaning of them - I barely recognize some of these as my own work and wonder if I accidently posted something of somebody elses) that true emotion shows in my work and I really begin to love it.
I wrote a poem last night - I'll post it here for your enjoyment and it'll be on deviantART soon.
So I leave you with the beginning of a new era - and the end of a goodnight. Farewell my friends.
------
The Beginning
I break my normal form tonight to bring you thoughts of why?
It was never for glory, wealth or such; indeed these I could never claim.
There lies within all a burning fire, from black heart to iron forge.
It is not to pay tribute or win such stuff, but bring you these thoughts of mine.
Imagine footsteps along a sandy beach;
picture the trails we have left behind.
Are there those who seek as I seek,
call them friends of mine?
Deeper thought, our burning question,
who has loved and lost?
Are we just shadows of empty beings
or is there light in mine...
Wake thee who've slept
so long,
and shaken with every
thought.
Open the mind to the
friendly muse,
begin what was once
forgot.
------
// posted by Dep @ 9:24:00 p.m.
