... And then I had a bit of a creative tantrum, which was super cathartic. I feel much better, thanks.
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A poem using the 'em' sound, a bit of piano playing, and 3 years worth of Instagram photos became this project! It's cold and it's snowy in Canada in January but vow to be happy, despite the cold! Wear your favourite winter woollies and get out there! Happiness doesn't just happen so plan for it to happen; in fact, don't accept anything less! LIFE is a special occasion. And each individual moment that make life are special, too. Of course, a good life needs good health, so DANCE with the spirits - Zumba, perhaps! - Stay ACTIVE (& stay hydrated) to stay HEALTHY. GROW a PASSION - a passion for creating. Get your ZZZs and LET's GET HAPPY... get ready!, already! You got this. Make life a meaningful journey... be tasty. Normal? Really? Normal is clearly over-rated. Normal is boring! Never settle FOR GOOD ENOUGH. Imagine the world... it is often irresistibly surprising! Unleash the PASSION. Make a splash! BE STRONG! Lab 1 -->> Smartphone 30/30...This project emerged as a result of Lab 1 in Steve Sonheim's Creative Photography Lab - 52 Fun Exercises for Developing Self-Expression With Your Camera. It's time to go beyond the single snapshot. The objective is to capture an experience by shooting a series of images. Tell a story by taking thirty shots in thirty minutes with your Smartphone. Take a shot of whatever grabs your attention at one-minute intervals. Don't think - just shoot! Okay, here's what happened... My ride didn't show up one day last week so I hustled to the bus stop to get the right bus; the one that drops me off right at my door! But, alas, the wrong bus showed up first. (Everybody knows that bus schedules, much like the Pirate Code, are more like guidelines, really.) When I got off the bus, I faced a thirty minute JOURNEY HOME...
Splashes of colour command a second glance. Here's to Happy Trails and Happenstance! ... I learned that sometimes wrong is only frame of mind;
Wrong is right if you make it so! Last year, I took a song writing course from Coursera, and it was super cool. A great no-pressure way to learn about song writing. Now, I have joined a poetry workshop, also through Coursera, called Sharpened Visions: A Poetry Workshop Sharpened Visions: A Poetry Workshop, led by Douglas Kearney, a Poet/performer/ librettist. Week 1 Poetry Prompts:The Found Poem: A Brand New poem in Three Easy Steps Grab a paragraph of text from a book or on the web and make a found poem by breaking a passage in to lines. A poem is more than line broken prose, but this exercise can help you experiment with rhythm and sound quickly. The Found Poems:(#1) To quote Douglas Kearney in this course's introduction.... Poetry orchestrates its music, arguments, tensions, and environments via arrangements of language into lines and stanzas. The line break is perhaps the most conspicuous signature tool in the poet's toolkit. Do you break for sound, sense, visual effect, or shape? (#2) What Aldous Huxley saw... A bunch of flowers Shining with their own inner light. Those folds in my pants- What a labyrinth of endlessly significant complexity! ...When the Doors of Perception were open... I was seeing what Adam had seen on the morning of his own creation- The miracle, moment by moment, of naked existence. (#3) Forward of Brave New World: Chronic remorse, as all moralists are agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, Repent, Make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time, On no account brood over your wrongdoing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean. (#4) A Pig Parade is a Terrible Idea (based on a book by Michael Ian Black) What could be more fun than gathering a few hundred pigs together for a grand parade, and then watching them proudly march together in perfect formation down the finest boulevard of your hometown?
(#6) How to Talk With the Universe (from Understanding Yourself, by Dale Carlson) So, first sit down. Sit in a chair or sit on the floor. Legs crossed, or on the floor. Do not lean against the chair back or wall. Back straight, shoulders down and relaxed. Lower your eyes to the floor, or close them. Take a few deep breaths. Draw the air into your belly And bring it up through your diaphragm and into your lungs. Slow- ly Let the breath out Slowly, Back down through your diaphragm. Tighten your belly and push all the air out. Keep Your Attention On Your Breath- In, and Out, and In, and Out... Thoughts will occur. Watch them pass through your mind. Do not follow them. Note them. Let them pass. Bring your attention back to your breath- In, and Out, and In, and Out... Watch your thoughts come and go. Do not hang onto any of them. Do not let them pull you Away from where You are. The trick here is that there is no trick. Do Nothing. There is nothing to do. In, and Out, and In, and Out... When the mind quiets, eventually, The you of you will not interfere with your connection to the Universe And you feel Peaceful- in this stillness. Your troubles and the troubles of the world Fade Away. After practicing meditation for a while, you will feel connections to everything and everyone. If you are lucky you may hear the breath of the Universe and feel a high you have never known, before. Remember, your thoughts will always be thunk. Don't think about them. (You're thinking about them, now- Aren't you?- Because I told you not to!) Watch them, Let them pass. Don't follow them. Don't lapse into scripts or daydreams. Eventually, thoughts and scenarios, nervous lists of things done and to do, questions about what on earth you're doing just sitting there- All Slow Down. Leave spaces. It is in those spaces between thoughts, when All that talk, The chattering of the Self, it's memories and knowledge and problems, All that has been taught- It is in those gaps that the Universe Speaks to us. When the "I" of us Stops, We touch the Everything. Breaking Good: Chop a Block of Famous Poetry Below is a piece of lineated poetry that has been stripped of line breaks—I’ve also gotten rid of capitalization except where grammatically necessary. Copy the bolded text below into a new document or write it out by hand, adding line breaks where you think they should go. tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. out, out, brief candle! life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing Without any further adieu... Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Here are some of the books, I used: Copyright. All works are original, as written by moi, Nicola Schneider, on this date: Aug. 28, 2015.
No Matter shall every be destroyed. Even a cookie survives- That one time, as I pitter-pattered with Your platter of cookies... Well, I fumbled And I stumbled Before I tumbled. I was troubled as the pieces doubled, all crumbled and crumpled. Humbled and puzzled, Screams muffled as I struggled with the smuggled, jumbled treats and platter. The latter was flatter as it scattered and splattered, all battered... You should have heard the clatter! I heard the laughter long after this disaster of JUMBLED MATTER. 6 poems poeted, out of 25 possible poetic pieces it seems I've been poetically constipated, but it ain't so complicated. Just couldn't find the time to traipse through treasured tiny movie memories of days we've danced through, no worries, together in the moment, and, now, in the past as I see it again in a happy hue, softening the harsh reality of the cold that was to inevitably resurface anyway, what can I say when I can't portray what I think I might want to convey? when words won't flow, the thoughts, too slow to tell of life and woe? In Honour of Earth... in awe of Her great beauty but I see it on a screen- that separates me from what's real what I see makes me scream stop the insanity! Let Her be in love & peace Playing with Google search bar for today's inspiration. Today's prompt was a Fourteener - http://www.napowrimo.net - which I started but haven't completed. So, there will be that. Here's today's poem: |
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