Wednesday, August 18, 2010

The Eating Habits of the North American Male

So often I overlook the simple things in life.  I got a bagel with butter this morning and it was scrumptious.  A simple combination: butter, bread.  I'm not sure why I thought to get it - maybe I overheard someone else ordering it.  Maybe I'm putting forth a little more effort to attain happiness on a daily, non-complicated level. 

Another thing that makes me happy: a notebook.  Preferably Moleskine brand, but mostly it doesn't matter.  A blank page preceded by many filled in, written on, drawn on pages is like morning coffee, or a day off. 

I had a thought recently - when I was a college student I wanted to be a poet.  Granted, for one to become a poet one merely needs to write a poem, but I really wanted to be a poet, as in one of those stuffy, scarf-wearing, professor types who gets to take sabbaticals to write poems and spend time at various campuses as a resident poet (a ridiculous premise, if I do say so myself, but I'll take it).  But then somewhere along my journey I realized that the poetry "biz" ain't about how "good" the poems are, but rather who wrote it. I'd like to jump straight to the point where I can generate shit poems and still be regaled as a genius (I'm looking at you John Ashberry).  Somewhere along the way I became disheartened. 

I need to get it back.  How do I get it back?

Star Wars.  I watched Star Wars a few days ago and remembered that I am not much different than the person I used to be.  Life has a pesky way of making us forget who we are.  I'm not a regretful person, but I need more reminders in my life of who I am and who I want to be. 

"Do, or do not.  There is no try."  Yoda

1 comment:

Lynette said...

You know you never changed, right? You are still and always will be a gifted writer. Perhaps these years you've gone not writing poetry have repositioned you to write more. More than one page at a time. This is your Yoda-wife's way of reminding you there is no way you could forget who you are.