I got a new notebook.
Things in my life are a little crazy right now, but I’ve come to realize that I can’t let that be an excuse. If I don’t make myself do, make, and create, I won’t.
Well, I read this post by one of my favorite bloggers, Rands, and I decided that I need to always carry around a notebook. I have my composition notebooks, and my moleskine day planner, but they live in my backpack. When I saw this beauty to the left at Nasher Sculpture Center in Northpark Mall, it cried out to be filled up with my inane ramblings.
This morning a line came to me, so I pulled out The Sparrow (I like to call it), and soiled it’s first page. It turned into a little poem, a bit derivative of Aaron Weiss and T.S. Eliot, but not a bad little turn of speech, if I do say so myself. Perhaps it will become a song. Probably not. Okay, I’m gonna go home and make more stuff now.
At the time I could not believe
That what my ears had heard, my eyes had seen
Were capable of such deceit
For repeat, repeat, repeat
Became common knowledge, wisdom even
So much information languishing in cerebral indigestion
Oh the great debate of our coming age
What can we know truly?
Note to Slef 