Artist’s Way
need to write
means of communion
creation, creative, creator
imago Dei
circus in my brain
Whores at my door
Whores in my bed
I’m so irreverent
irrelevant
iridescent
I like bright things
shiny things
Never finished that conversation about reverence, did we?
Artists are reverent — to their art. I think.
to creativity
Is this prayer?
Does it matter?
Whose boxes am I trying to tick off, anyway?
Relax….
Rest
“Come unto me, and I will give you rest.”
It’s impossible to believe.
unpossible
I don’t have the strength to rest.
I can figure out all kinds of intellectual shit, but I can’t rest.
Is it good to be restful?
Restless?
Wanderlustful?
ich hab’ lust, zu wandern.
Some who wander actually are lost.
Is that OK?
Pity?
Envy?
Alone in a darkened room,
The count.
Van… two…. three!
i’m silly
Silly but not creative
Such a tragedy.
October 15, 2010
Stream of consciousness 2010.1
October 10, 2010
About those N’s
Last week I left church pondering the letter “N”. In my post here I probably made it too confusing by my subtle linkage, but part of the reason “N” has caught my attention is because it’s by far the strongest component of my Myers-Briggs type.
October 3, 2010
Letters obsess me
I’m presently a bit obsessed with the letter “N”. OK, uppercase N. Well, if you really push me, uppercase serifed N.
Yeah, I tend to like symbols. As in, really really like symbols.
[Snipped out videos showing my fascination with the end zone markings at Michigan Stadium. There's obsessed, and then there's.... frighteningly weird.]
I coulda been a graphic designah….