The time has come, the Walrus said,
To shake things up for sure
In love -- and life -- and hobbies, too
In attitude and work
And goodbye to complacency
No more to be unsure
Alright, it's a poor attempt at poetry. Lewis Carroll would not be flattered with my riff on The Walrus and the Carpenter. That phrase was going through my mind: the time has come... and I just went with it.
I'm feeling a very strong desire to make changes in my life. I'm feeling antsy about it. I don't know what to do, but the question is always in the back of my mind these days: what should I do? WHAT?
Clearly I am not going to give up my day job to compose poems.
I rearrange furniture, make something for my home or tackle some other such crafty/redecoratey project when I'm antsy.
ReplyDeleteI'm very antsy these days thanks to all the necessary stillness = healing thing, but sadly, there's little I can do. I think a trip to Michael's is in order so I can sit around and make stuff. Especially since furniture rearrangement is off the table.
Perhaps a trip to Michael's is in order, say, next weekend?
ReplyDeleteIronically, I just catalogued a book titled: Home sewn home... a book of crafty projects for the home
It's not the worst poem I've read - at least I can understand what it means. Some of the stuff out there is, well, out there...
ReplyDeleteAnd from what I've seen, very few writers can afford to give up their day job to only do writing.
Many years ago, I had a similar urge and ended up taking a calligraphy class.
Oh, and I hear . . .
ReplyDelete"The time has come
The time has come
A fact's a fact
It belongs to them
Let's give it back
How can we dance when our earth is turning
How do we sleep while our beds are burning
How can we dance when our earth is turning
How do we sleep while our beds are burning . . . "
More Midnight Oil, less Walrus.
Next weekend sounds lovely!
Not the worst? Thank you KR!
ReplyDeleteI'd like to take a calligraphy class, as my penmanship shames the fountain pens hiding in my desk drawer.
Miss Tree, that song has been on my mind such a lot lately because Alexisonfire has done a remake of Dead hearts from the same album. I'd post a link to it, except they use an angry "God is dead" voice in part of it.
Oh! KR, I haven't forgotten about writing about writing (by hand, not keyboard) It still percolates in the back of my mind.
ReplyDeleteI was just thinking about that (cursive writing) the other day. I share an office with a young woman from China. I find it odd that she can read and write in cursive, but many Americans her own age can't. (She is a good bit younger than me.)
ReplyDeleteAnd forgive me for saying your poem is not the worst I've read. I should have said it is better than most I've read. That would be closer to the meaning I had in mind.
Not to worry in the least for your comment made me laugh. Writing the poem was painful; I can only imagine reading was, too.
ReplyDeleteWhy you don't move to a tropical island with me? ;-)
ReplyDeleteAmong the reasons are snakes and spiders.
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