Saturday, August 15, 2009

SOLITUDE

Language has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone, and it has also created the word Solitude to express the glory of being alone.
I think seeking solitude will make me a better novelist but everyone else thinks I’m just being an asshole.
But what is interesting is that a distinction can be made between physical and mental seclusion.
I may seek physical seclusion to remove distractions and make it easier to concentrate, reflect, or meditate. However, this is not necessarily an end in and of itself.
Once I achieve a certain capacity to resist distractions, I become less sensitive to distractions and more capable of maintaining mindfulness and staying inwardly absorbed and concentrated. Thus, unless I am on a mission of helping others, don't like to seek any interaction with the external physical world. My mindfulness is my world, at least ostensibly.
So I stand in solitude, I hear the ticking of the clock
Seeking and exploring new horizons deep within myself
As the day goes by so very slowly, Oh I hope that it won't end though
But the secret is still my own and now it chills me to the bone
As I reflect my conscious or unconscious decisions made in seclusion

Sunday, August 9, 2009

THE CALL-REGINA SPEKTOR

It started out as a feeling, Which then grew into a hope, Which then turned into a quiet thought, Which then turned into a quiet word, And then that word grew louder and louder, 'Til it was a battle cry!
I'll come back, When you call me, No need to say goodbye!
Just because everything's changing, Doesn't mean it's never been this way before, All you can do is try to know, Who your friends are, As you head off to the war, Pick a star on the dark horizon, And follow the light!
You'll come back, When it's over, No need to say good bye!
You'll come back, When it's over, No need to say good bye!
Now we're back to the beginning, It's just a feeling and no one knows yet, But just because they can't feel it too, Doesn't mean that you have to forget!
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger, 'Til they're before your eyes!
You'll come back, When they call you, No need to say good bye!
You'll come back, When they call you, No need to say good bye!