If I had one word to describe these recent days, this would be it. Meeting new people, writing the dissertation, working through poems – that’s how life is going, moment by moment, and sometimes it plods.
In some ways, I mind. I want this dissertation to feel like it is writing itself. I want more people to meet me as opposed to me making all the efforts.
But what makes poetry wondrous is how it slows life down: it forces you to focus on a few syllables, keep them in mind, and watch them unfold.
Things are going slowly because of me, and so I’m not complaining.
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Ashok,
Your instincts to let poetry glide into your life, following the flow of time and acceptance, is a very special awareness. I commend you.
To celebrate such insights, I point you to this wonderful website of poet, mathmetician and incredible humanist Elena Liliana Popescu. http://www.elena-liliana-popescu.ro/en/land/2.htm
And from her website, a poem:
TIME, WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?
I have been wrong
not to let love
flow like a river…
Time, where have you gone?
Come back and let me
carry my sentence out!
English version: Adrian George Sahlean
My best regards to you, and hopes the dissertation quickly flows, rather than feeling like a sentence carried out.
Twink
PS – plurk misses you.
Slowing things down is a great aid to problem solving. To write creatively, I break things down piece by piece, making it easier to see all the parts and, hopefully, begin to find a solution.