Daily Dementations: 7 July 2013

7 July 2013

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Awe — this is what I feel whenever I’m in the company writers, artists, filmmakers, musicians, thespians, and other individuals whose talents can be barely contained, splashing on each page, each frame, each file —

This overwhelming creative energy manifested in gatherings as each share stories, exchange theories, narrate histories, or merely just jest about the daily grind.

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The creative mojo is contagious. It seduces me to create something new, enticing me to dive back into my personal treasury of unused, random memories — hoping that something beautiful and strange might reveal itself on the blank surface before me. For now, let me linger on:

  • the unintentional dents and scratches on old wood carvings found on a friend’s door;
  • the chipped elbow of a pseudo-idol made of cheap marble at the market;
  • the crack in someone’s voice as she sings the blues (surely you’ve felt it) on a hot night at the bar;
  • the balding area of a grassy field in a forgotten farm;
  • melancholy

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“Thou hast nor youth nor age/ But as it were an after dinner sleep/ Dreaming of both.”
[TS Eliot, Gerontion]

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