Been reading the news online and it is filled with the usual mayhem and death and destruction, and then I proceeded to stare at an empty screen for a bit thinking about how I should be writing and maybe I should figure out what I am going to write about.
Sometimes things come to me naturally, effortlessly. Just add coffee. Other times I need to coerce myself a little. I guess this is one of the latter situations as I am not really feeling it, but I find myself with the perfect opportunity to write. And I know I will regret not taking this opportunity later.
Then I thought about the term ‘Stream of Consciousness.’ It is a type of writing which I have read and I kinda like. Roger Zelazny uses it in his Chronicles of Amber, usually when his characters are changing their surroundings in some manner. It can be effective. It is perhaps the only way I can do anything poetic. It just doesn’t come naturally to me. I love words, and I love stringing them together in interesting ways. So, I should love poetry.
And, I love reading poetry. But, if I try to write a poem, it ends up either being sappy or depressing or amateurish. Or all three. Perhaps it is because it isn’t something I have worked on extensively. It isn’t something that I have sat and thought I could do. If you don’t believe you can do something, it is usually a self fulfilling prophecy where you will convince yourself to the point where— surprise, surprise, you can’t do it.
So, it might be a mind over matter type of thing. I don’t think of myself as a poet, therefore I am not one. But there is something to be said for finding a sentence that works and is visually compelling. I could probably go through my works and cherry pick sentences and phrases that sound cool to me and create a poem from them. Whether it could have a cohesive meaning I am not sure, but I could take the time to find a meaning and make it work.
Ultimately, if you think you can, you probably can. If you think you can’t, you probably can’t. The power of the mind and how you identify yourself, how you think or perceive yourself as a being matters.
My attempt at stream of consciousness:
New Year’s
Red flowers blooming brilliantly over night time skies
where the stars shine down like little paper lanterns
illuminating the fierce nocturnal eyes of a million raccoons
and cats and weasels and varmints as they scurry amidst bushes and trees
looking for tiny prey that is also scurrying looking for nuts and seeds to eat
so they can continue another day and another night
so that the cycle can start anew another day and another night
as the earth turns slowly in space rewinding time
like a loom of silver thread until one day there will be no more
and some other thread will start spinning
in some other faraway place will begin instead.
Who said you’re not a poet? Try hitting return instead of semi-colon and see how it looks.
I am sure I could improve it, but I know one of my issues is things are never “done.” One of the reasons I enjoy posting on this is it forces me to put it out there. I can’t tinker on it endlessly. Everything is a work in progress and can be improved. I am my own worst enemy.