The deepest parts of yourself can be explored through creation and productivity ~thelionwriter
Technology is such a great thing, it connects so many people in a split instant. Yet just like a coin there are two sides to everything and more and more, especially in my generation I see technology being…almost used as a narcotic by some. Mindful use of technology and lack of over-indulgence is something I think our time can benefit from.
Feel free to express your thoughts on this topic and enjoy this poem Smarter, Better, Happier in the poems section of this blog. Enjoy!
entire universes fit in your fist,
boozed up on knowledge
thinking that college
sits in palms stalling
to distract from your calling
endless lines of talk
not even a care be tossed
instead our heads rock
back and forth
like a slowly,
playing in a great make believe
gaining a hunger to feed
an addiction to please
or a smarter,
This poem is more or less about the way hands can say things that words cannot, the way letters are meaningless unless they’re grounded in actual thought, and what it feels like to be speechless.
Find Calmly Sinking under the poems section of my blog. Enjoy!
let free, your fingers crawl
to clasp upon a talk
grasp at quiet palms
and wade across the dark
dash across grooved skin
wishing to be mute
communicate your spins
discreetly weaving threads of word
so that no smiles go unheard
every movement something more
what pleasure does fresh vocabulary give
when we forget the use of words
to remember hands within
Yesterday as I helped my friend King B paint a mural on an barber shop’s wall, I walked around taking several pictures.
Some of them came out perfectly straight, well cropped, following the rule of thirds.
Others were crooked or simply blurry.
And as the day went on, I couldn’t help thinking about the idea of artists- specifically in this case, painters- working outside of a canvas.
Taking the confined space of what the traditional art-form of painting entails and expanding it: making the world your canvas.
Speaking to King B afterwards, he agreed that working outside of a traditional picture frame or canvas is one of the things he manipulates the most in his artwork.
I watched King B and his friend Rudy paint and occasionally took direction from them to add some primer here, color in a shape or two there. And slowly the painter’s process unfolded right before me.
They would create their basic doodles in white, giving a basic understanding of where faces, shapes, and colors might go.
I understood that to be the writer’s outline or basic premise for a piece: an initial idea for what you decide to eventually write in later.
This is something I do as a writer all the time.
Take the initial idea and begin writing the main conflicts, possibly even finishing it all in one sitting.
Lastly, I witnessed the two muralists mix more colors to add shading, detail, depth and finally outline their characters.
In the same way, my final step to a short story is always to add more details (adverbs and imagery) to scenes, fill in missing plot points (depth), and conclude my piece so that all ideas, images, characters, and moments are completely interlocking.
Not only did I enjoy seeing this transformation happen, but the joy in discovering our two different art forms were the exact same was enlightening. Best of all, it gave me inspiration of my own to create my own artwork that day. You can find the text format of this poem underneath the Poems page, until then enjoy this more visually enticing version. Enjoy!