Outside
when did Outside
become an
undiscovered country?
whose unfenced boundaries
spark greater imagination
than the couch’s confines
Outside
when did Outside
become an
undiscovered country?
whose unfenced boundaries
spark greater imagination
than the couch’s confines
Posted in Ars Poetica, Creativity
Tagged creativity, experimental, fiction, flash fiction, microfiction, micropoetry, poetry, slice of life, writers, writing
What Makes Your Life Extraordinary?
In Dead Poet’s Society, Mr Keating takes the boys to the hallway to see the photos of past students and whispers the immortal lines, “Carpe diem. Seize the days, boys. Makes your lives extraordinary.”
A current television commercial runs the slogan, “Escape ordinary.”
What makes a life extraordinary?
People buy into this idea of your life having to be a Broadway extravaganza or a Hollywood blockbuster ALL. THE. TIME.
We are presented with hyper-idealised notions of reality. Do life BIGGER, BETTER, FASTER, LOUDER, MORE DEMONSTRATIVE, IN YOUR FACE and (dare I use it because I hate the acronym) YOLO! It’s perfectly captured in the Selfie Generation: LOOK AT ME, I’M IMPORTANT AND I DESERVE YOUR ATTENTION.
It is the wrong perspective.*adjusts cardigan and puts on slippers*
What’s wrong with ordinary? Ordinary is where I live and find my inspiration. I joke my life is coloured beige for boring, making my life extra ordinary.
For the creative person, extraordinary is a way to burn out because it demands you give out so much more of yourself than is returning to you.
“The candle that burns twice as bright burns half as long.”
For me as a writer, the greatest stories are not the ones we see in films, the lives of movie stars, but in the embarrassing ordinariness of people doing things in their every day lives that benefits others. The ones who don’t see their work as anything important; they are filling a need, taking care of their community, advocating for the poor and disadvantaged. Living an extraordinary life is one lived in service of others and pursing your own dreams. Balancing the self with the care of others. Telling their story is an extraordinary privilege.
I like to think of the word as “extra-ordinary.” The one thing that defines the ordinary from the extraordinary is passion. Mr Keating exhorted his young charges to engage with the aspects of life that they were passionate about.
For the creative person, the passion manifests itself in the choice of medium whether it’s writing, art or music.
As it relates to creativity, to continually produce great art, to live an extra ordinary life, requires repetition, ritual and reflection.
Not once, not twice, not even thrice but continually and habitually. Continue to produce art: write regularly; sketch, doodle, scribble whenever possible; practice scale and rudiments.
Repetition can become staid and uninspiring so it requires a dedication and committed work ethic to maintain your focus on being creative.
Early efforts will be complete and utter rubbish. But that’s the point of repetition: you do it until you get better.
Setting aside an assigned time to work on your creative project is like attending church or settling onto the couch to watch your favourite television show or sport team compete. Like repetition, it is a repeated event but the goal is one of individual development.
Ritual provides structure and is an active reminder to develop a disciplined approach to our creativity.
Movement without reflection will only end up with you moving in a circular fashion, only ever returning to the starting point without having learned or progressed.
Every once in a while it is important to reflect on your goals, your progress in terms of work produced and skills developed. Are you improving? Has anything weakened? What else do you need to know?
Creativity makes your life extraordinary because you have embraced repetition, ritual and reflection. You are taking the ordinariness of life and giving it meaning through creating great art.
This makes you extraordinary.
Addendum: This morning in the shower (place of many great epiphanies along with the kitchen sink while washing up) I had another idea to add. It was the one thing that makes a life extraordinary: Relationship.
Without relationship, we are merely individuals without community and connection. In relationship with other creative people we make our lives extraordinary because we have companionship, connection and community. We are no longer alone. This is fundamental in making our lives extraordinary.
Posted in Creativity, The Writer's Life
Tagged art, creativity, extraordinary, fiction, just because of thoughtfulness, life in general, music, poetry, slice of life, writers, writing, writing tips
Today sees the publication of one of my poems, ELIHU’S MEDITATION ON QUESTIONS UNANSWERED in Vine Leaves Literary Journal.
—“beautiful agony”—
Elihu was one of characters who came and sat with Job in the Old Testament Book Of Job. He said nothing while his companions lectured Job after his loss and suffering.
The origin of the poem came about during a staff retreat where I work. The focus of the day was on suffering and a colleague shared her remarkable journey of the last few years. It was heartbreaking yet imbibed with a sense of joy.
It made me think why we don’t simply sit with our friends when we are suffering; instead we try to offer platitudes and trite condolences. We are afraid of silence, afraid of our own suffering, or the threat of suffering. We conveniently limit suffering to news excerpts on television, subjects we can listen to and then forget about when the segment is over. It doesn’t bring about change in ourselves.
Suffering, when focused on the ones we love, is a time for mourning and contemplation. It is a time for identifying with their pain and suffering. It is a time to act, to comfort, to listen, to be silent, to make a meal, mow their lawn, fold their washing, buy them a coffee.
Sometimes it is the hardest thing to remain silent when everyone else is speaking.
You can read more in Issue 10 and a wealth of stirring poetry, vignettes and art.
Follow Vine Leaves Literary Journal on twitter (@VineLeavesLJ) and Facebook.
I like to write micropoetry on twitter, limiting myself to 140 characters (128 if you include the hashtag).
I collect my micro musings in a document with the aim of publishing a book of poetry (I’ve seen a review of a book of 140 twitter fictions so why not a book of micropoetry?)
But I shall share the more recent ones with you here.
Enjoy.
Which one(s) did you like best? Why?
First Date
an open packet of plain chips
(you prefer Salt and Vinegar)
we scrabble for the scraps
and lick the grease
from our fingers
Irony
In an act of irony
I draw trees on paper
And stick them
On my wall
An ecological conundrum
Where I can’t see
The forest for the trees
Unravelling and Resonating
The unravelling of each other
Pulling at threads of fault
Leaves only a mirror
To reflect and resonate
Our own insecurities
Trivial Dust
Death makes trivial objects
of us all; dust becoming dust
As I wipe my finger
Along the photo frame
My reflection echoes yours
Conscience
Hamlet declared
Conscience does make
cowards of us all
For we ultimately fear
What holds us back
When it should
Push us forward
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Tagged creativity, experimental, flash fiction, microfiction, micropoetry, poetry, slice of life, writers, writing
Sense of Wonder
should I ever lose
my sense of wonder
at the occurrence
of the everyday:
a pencil, socks, books, hugs
the child in me
is lost
The Only Proof
the only proof
I ever existed
was meeting
a stranger’s eyes
acknowledgment of
another presence
for the length
of a heartbeat
The Act of Creation
When I create
I destroy
The pencil dulls
The paper soiled
What I have destroyed
Is a crucible
For the phoenix
To live again
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Tagged creativity, experimental, just because of thoughtfulness, life in general, microfiction, micropoetry, poetry, slice of life, writers, writing
Capes and Undies
It’s hard to be a superhero
When your cape is caught
On the door handle
And you’re left outside
The door in
Only your undies
Posted in Ars Poetica, Creativity
Tagged creativity, experimental, microfiction, micropoetry, poetry, writers, writing
I am going to say the F-word. It’s not a word we like to hear, nor is it a word we like to use. It exists in our vocabulary but it is very rarely used.
I’m going to say it. Ready?
Failure.
Now, tell me, how do you feel? And remember, this is for posterity, so please, be honest (Thank you, Count Rugen, you six-fingered man of wisdom).
A recurrent refrain is, “I feel like I failed,” said with the tone of negativity intimating it has the finality of death.
I feel like I have failed. I look back over the last year and the first few months of this year and I have failed. I have failed in achieving what I wanted to achieve. I did not meet my writing goals. I did not meet my reading goals. I look over recent writing and now think it stinks worse than the night after a hotdog and baked bean eating contest.
The stereotype of the artistic person as a neurotic, shambolic, ridden-with-fear and afraid of being called a fraud is prevalent in my social media feeds. I see many writers and creative people who declare their insecurities and fears, and I’m no different.
We are afraid of failing.
For example, my collaborative writing partner, Jodi Cleghorn, spoke at her editing workshop, and elaborated on by Delia Strange (How To Stop Hating Your Manuscript) that when you’re editing, you are looking for the faults and problems. It does make you feel like your work is something filthy you’ve stepped in and fit only to be scraped from the bottom of a shoe and discarded. It feels like failure.
The attitude must change.
Recognise the positive attributes of your work, and be aware that you are there to fix the negatives, not be defined by them.
The fear of failure needs to be put to pasture with the myth of the muse.
I see in the students I teach a distinct fear of failure. They would rather not complete a task, therefore failing, rather than attempt the task and risk knowing their work is only worth a Pass. It reinforces their sense of self worth and perception of their ability.
The issue for my students is they cannot see how disciplined effort, feedback and commitment to learning can improve the quality of their work, improve their sense of self worth and individuality.
What constitutes ‘failure’?
Every writer and creative person will define it differently but at the core is a sense of inability to reconcile the imagined world and the real world, seeing the shortfall between the expectation and reality.
Whatever measure you have used against yourself, whether it’s word count, project completion, editing, planning, plotting, the discrepancy between “achieved” and “not achieved” will be interpreted as failure.
What do you do when you feel like you have failed?
Rethink the definition and the perception of what failure is.
When I look at business people and entrepreneurs, their definition of failure is different to that of a stereotypical creative person. They see failure not as an absolute, but as an opportunity.
Failure is always an option. I love seeing it on the Mythbusters t-shirts. Failure is an opportunity for teaching (if you are willing to be taught).
As writers, our characters are faced with failure and disappointment but they learn, or fail to learn from their experience. It is what makes a narrative engaging. Why can’t we learn from our characters and look at our creative endeavours as learning experiences?
Failure is not an absolute.
Failure is teaching and learning process.
Failure is a creative tool.
Let’s start speaking positively about ourselves and understand our failures do not define who we are.
Our perceived failures help us to refine our work, develop our creative skills and in the words of Neil Gaiman, “Create good art.”
It is not our failures that will speak for us but the quality of our creativity.
Fear not.
Posted in Creativity, The Writer's Life
Tagged creativity, failure, just because of thoughtfulness, life in general, poetry, slice of life, writers, writers' woes, writing
The Murraya Hedge
the cloying scent of murraya
thick like syrup
in the morning stillness
waiting for the bus and
gagging on last night’s
argument
Posted in Ars Poetica, Creativity
Tagged creativity, experimental, microfiction, micropoetry, murraya, poetry