Thought this was an interesting one; the term ‘wild imagination’ is usually used in the negative sense to describe someone who is slightly delusional. “So and so has a wild imagination’ . I wonder though, if wild is the right adjective. If imagination is what we use to coalesce what we percieve through our senses, then is it possible that ‘taming’ it is a more base enterprise than we… imagine?
Say this to yourself like a coach would say it to a pro-athlete, like Mick would have said it to Rock, after he fell off, turned soft and started doing commercials whilst sparring.
Or swap the fiery irish accent for a stirring Chicagoan admonition from the Commander-in-chief (see clip below). Just stay hungry.
Procrastination is like a dance. At first its politely declined, but with both the glare of the ’spotlight’, and the desire not to make a scene growing stronger, she reluctantly accepts. It’s like a dance because the reluctant dancer always delays her footwork, always sheepishly out of step, still procrastinating in her own way, having never really left her chair by the dancefloor.
The first law of decision making, ‘more time doesn’t lead to better decsions’, seems to make a good case for home-girl either getting out there and tearing up the dance floor, or firmly telling the inviting party to jog on. The compromise robs her.
I’ve spent the day doing everything I’ve avoided for the past two weeks. Although I felt slightly robbed to begin with, I am happier for having danced the dance.
PS: I couldn’t find a picture of a smiling male bear and a frowing female bear, I figured why procrastinate and went with it.
So why’s it so hard is a question I often ask God about artistry. I think there’s a number of reasons… I don’t know what they all are, of course–hence the question.
But difficulty, I think, is permitted for ‘valley-purposes’, brokeness and being broke, learning the sword (pen, brush, mic, guitar, whatever) , developing shadow-of-death cognition, learning to swallow sorrow, hard — perfect craft, to get really good. I could go on, but I think Homecut’s melancholic, head nodder ‘I don’t even know‘ hits the nail on the head, with stellar ‘been-there’ assurance and production.
But that’s not everything, just went the artist is ready to chuck to towel in, we all know she triumphs because of something greater than herself. Her mountaintop vision is now a reality. Which is one more reason to love Homecut’s jubilant B-Side, this ones got wings!
I’ve been considering the feedback Loop; a principle mentioned in Lupe Fiasco’s post yesterday about his song ‘The Instrumental’.
In short, it details an “individual [who] constantly observes the box [tv or radio] under the faint pretext he will observe information that will instruct him on how to discontinue his obsession with the box.”
It made me think about RSS feeds and twitter and all the other streams we use to keep us ‘ahead of the curve’.
If the information sources are not good then Lupe has a point, but
the idea he puts forward here presupposes that all information is useless and the observer is doomed to some recursive prison of futility.
The takeaway for me was
1) Always evaluate the source.
2) Don’t stop hoping. The feedback loop works in positive and negative directions. Take compound interest for example, or imagine if Edmond Dantès, prisoner in the classic, The Count of Monte Cristo had given up on escaping the Chateau d’If because there was ‘no hope’ in observation; the book would have had a different title.
You never forget a good teacher. The more edifying the teacher, the more frequently you remember them as you get older and credit them for being the zanny, non-conformist, dead-poet-society types they we’re…
Anyhow I stepped out the house this morning, walked through the garden square and saw this poem being stencilled on the floor by artist, Samantha Mitchell.
‘If‘ is no ordinary poem for me; it was read to me at aged 10, by a great teacher. He made the class memorize it, and it’s essence has remained embedded since. The sands of time have gathered, trials have unfurled their relentless waves, but it’s imprint has never left. It is happily mine.
When a bus or tube terminates here in the big smoke, the driver comes on the PA and says “All Change”, everybody, except those asleep, does so.
Interestingly, when a driver keeps the doors open at a station and explains over the PA that “we’ll just be held here for a few moments, due to signal problems”, he is not disbelieved either.
Question: What would happen if both messages we’re broadcast at the same time.
Answer: Something like the record industry we as we currently know it.
Here is a sentence I wrote in the draft manifesto of the whole swishism quest, when I first began
I guess I am trying to write swishisms that shame.whoever.is.still.hawking lies, that stretch.whatever’s.inelastic.starting.here, today; realising that it will either snap back with a force that propels us to another place or break the status quo entirely.
I think I was onto something, what I didn’t count on was my inconsistency posting these posts. Since starting this blog, though, some things have changed. Long story short: I’m in shape of my life, I exercise a few times week, eat a reasonable diet, get enough sleep, but…
some very good physiotherapists have assured me I need to do a series of stretches everyday for the rest of my life to stay at a physical peak without pain. Everyday. Nothing to panic about; I’m thankful that it’s just a preventive measure that will help to avoid any real pain, and offer huge flexibility gain. More than that I’ve snapped out of agreeing that inconsistency, in any respect, is OK, that it has no effect (although it didn’t cause the condition, inconsitency won’t help it). No more hawking lies to self or refusing to stretch for me. Lets hope we see that commitment online, too. I’ll be posting 3 swishisms a week from now on.
Thought this was an interesting one; the term ‘wild imagination’ is usually used in the negative sense to describe someone who is slightly delusional. “So and so has a wild imagination’ . I wonder though, if wild is the right adjective. If imagination is what we use to coalesce what we percieve through our senses, then is it possible that ‘taming’ it is a more base enterprise than we… imagine?
This swishism can be prefixed with the sentence: “You know you’ve got it bad when you…”
Procrastination is like a dance. At first its politely declined, but with both the glare of the ’spotlight’, and the desire not to make a scene growing stronger, she reluctantly accepts. It’s like a dance because the reluctant dancer always delays her footwork, always sheepishly out of step, still procrastinating in her own way, having never really left her chair by the dancefloor.
I’ve just been talking about the difference between 
I’ve been considering the feedback Loop; a principle mentioned in 
Here is a sentence I wrote in the draft manifesto of the whole 
or does it?