Thursday, December 18, 2014

Lucky Man

All found poetry pages taken from Michael J. Fox's memoir, Lucky Man
Page 114

Page 241

Page 7

Page 3

Monday, December 15, 2014

Georg Christoph Lichtenberg's Quotes and Scrapbooks

Ever heard of Georg Christoph Lichtenberg? He was a German scientist, satirist and Anglophile. He was also a professing procrastinator. Right up my alley. What interested me the most were the notebooks he kept which he termed Sudelbücher, modelled after "scrapbooks"

                                                             image can be found here

Some of his quotes:

A book is a mirror: if an ape looks into it an apostle is hardly likely to look out. We have no words for speaking of wisdom to the stupid. He who understands the wise is wise already. (Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, Notebook E, 1775 - 1776)

It is almost impossible to bear the torch of truth through a crowd without singeing somebody’s beard. (Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, Notebook G, 1779-1783)

To read means to borrow; to create out of one's readings is paying off one's debts.

Some men come by the name of genius in the same way as an insect comes by the name of centipede - not because it has a hundred feet, but because most people can't count above fourteen.

Man loves company even if it is only that of a small burning candle.

A clever child brought up with a foolish one can itself become foolish. Man is so perfectible and corruptible he can become a fool through good sense.

Read more here from blogs I like:

The Rain in My Purse

How to Waste a Notebook

The Lichtenberg Scrapbooks

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Sea Bird

Sea bird
Sea bird
Where are you?
Contact the albatross 
he knows the way.
Kestrel, kestrel
Fly, fly, fly.

Drinking While Painting

Don't have your beer next to your water when painting because you might:

End up dipping your paint brush in the beer.

Or end up drinking the paint water. 

Winter Brings

What does winter bring? It brings the cold, dark days and nights, snow, hail, storms, cuddles, fires, biting rain, cold noses and ears, chapped lips, a I can't get out of bed attitude, soups and stews, and writing. 

Yes, lots of writing because what else is there to do when it is dark and cold. After all the productive amout of writing you need a place to submit and yes winter also means lots of places to submit to. The kind folks in Entropy Mag have put together a list of places to submit to. And it is an impressive list. No excuses now do you hear?

Tuesday, December 09, 2014

The Poetry Bus, Rubbish and Dreams

I'm looking forward to getting my copy of The Poetry Bus in the post soon. It's nearly on its way! It's a money themed issue and comes complete with a CD of poems and music. I'm also excited because my poem, Love in Sleep will be included in it.

In other news rubbish is dominating my thoughts. Perhaps one of the reasons is that the place that I rent does not come with bins so it's up to me to dispose of my rubbish in whatever way I see fit. Throwing it out the window is not an option as I'm not living in medieval times. What a pity!

The average person throws out 2kg of rubbish on a daily basis. Sweden must import 800,000 tonnes of rubbish a year to power its energy programme. So all this rubbish talk got me thinking a little piece of writing would be in order.

I've also been dreaming a lot. Not only dreaming but dreaming about the same place and going back to the same town with strange houses and peculiar people that keep visiting me in my sleep. Also certain situations are recurring. At times the differences are amusing and at times one little change can result in a domino-effect. So I've also been thinking of writing about this, although, I'm wary about writing about my dreams for some reason as my dreams are not as exciting as I would like. Maybe an observational piece of writing would be a start.

Enough thinking about writing - WRITE!