It is the weekend. My daughter very wisely suggested that if I wasn't going to take weekends off in this prompting, I should have simple prompts on the weekends. So this is the first weekender prompt- largely poem. It's timely, this easier prompting, since I am fresh from a night sleeping next to a peaceful tired dog and dreaming dog dreams. I am still thinking in colors, my paint stained hands are happy even when there are no words to say what this tangle of image and old time picture movie reel in my head is. I've had more good art time with my friend Emma. My words are coming slowly to me today.
I offer this poem which grabbed me by the throat this morning.
Some People | ||
| by Wislawa Szymborska translated by Joanna Trzeciak | ||
I am struck by the invisibility that would come in handy, that grayish stoniness and that non-being for a little or a long while. What stays with you? If this poem doesn't spark you- it might be a good day for a walk or some daydreaming. See what you see. Write if you feel like writing for a little while or longer. Play with a dog if you are lucky enough. Write some more. Or daydream, play in the mud or with some paint. I hope this day is good to your dreaming mind and waking mind- and your creative. | ||
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