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Withering Heights
I go deep
into
the depth
of my -
Self,
Which is like
Height
of
Feathers,
Light -
Aloft
like
Flight,
Such height
of
Depth
Depth
of
Height
Wondering…
Will I fall,
Today
or
Tonight,
I
Just
Might
Never
Not
*. *. *
(I believe that going into the depths of one’s self is perhaps like rock climbing, to vertigo inducing heights.
As writers, it would seem that each write is another “crag grasped” and level ascended, as we seek out the next and the next.
It is a rather interesting process… This… Descent/Ascent dynamic.
I have always been the sort to relentlessly pursue that which I design for myself.
I once heard this interview with David Blaine, and he described how when he was a youth, he would see a leaf in a tree, and he would tell himself:
“If I am incapable of jumping up and touching that leaf, I will die.” (and he would believe this.)
… This instantly resonated with me, as I did this exact same thing, in different forms. This is the sort of mind state I have always approached things with…
… For better or for worse, perhaps.)
(Like when I went back to school. It was incredibly challenging and intimidating, to be honest. I somehow got it in my head that I wanted to get a 4.0 G.P.A. Even though I didn’t really care? Strange I know.
My first semester I did one class, an English class. The first essay I turned in, the Professor determined to be “ungradeable”.
I was deeply impacted by this assessment, and for a micro, inside of a nano second, I thought about quitting… I admit.
But then I thought about what I had designed for myself…
And I sort of went into a state of rage, running to my laboratory like a berzerker and rewrote the whole thing… Just scrapped the original, and started completely from scratch.
I ended up winning an award, at the end of the year, for that essay.
Strange…
But it was like… It would have been such a height to fall from, had I quit.
From there I progressed. Into a full schedule...
Class after class after class.
… and man… I can honestly say I went hard in the paint, all the time - every time.
I think this write is just about how we go deep into ourselves, to find our hearts desire, which is never easy to attain…
And how we begin the pursuit of this thing, perhaps getting closer and closer, based upon the concept of progress.
And how such a process is characterized by daring, because the closer we get…
… Such heights from which to fall…
Published 3rd Sep 2021
Author's Note
... Really really wasn't shore I should post this and therefore I post it.
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3rd Sep 2021 1:59pm
good morning dearest Cipher I was just talking yesterday
with my friend about artistic expression how are has a mind of its own
you can shape it or guide it but your deepest thoughts will emerge...
I think you went deep on that essay and it was for the good the first one was denied maybe?
it's funny you said I thought maybe I shouldn't post it so I did... a friend once told me it's the ones that you question are the best ones...
great write dearest poet...
with my friend about artistic expression how are has a mind of its own
you can shape it or guide it but your deepest thoughts will emerge...
I think you went deep on that essay and it was for the good the first one was denied maybe?
it's funny you said I thought maybe I shouldn't post it so I did... a friend once told me it's the ones that you question are the best ones...
great write dearest poet...
3rd Sep 2021 3:19pm
I think that in academic writing, there it is almost entirely willing, which is perfectly acceptable to that realm. I have a strong propensity to innovate, in every aspect of my existence. At times this is perhaps an unreasonable, or even untenable position.
That was the thing I had to really reign in, and adapt to the algorithm of the literary stipulations, presented to me. But I feel this helped me to grow, both as a person and as a writer.
Poetry, on the other hand (and creative writing, to a lesser extent) are far more dominated by what might be called dreaming, as opposed to willing.
Maybe there is a balance there too, with everyone having a unique stylistic algorithm, in this respect.
I think the dreaming aspect speaks to your very astute point that "art has a mind of its own you can shape it or guide it but your deepest thoughts will emerge..."
... I was always very much inspired by the life/work of Pablo Picasso (We do share the name Pablo, after all :)))...
But yes... I like his philosophies & ideas. His approach to art.
I have been thinking about the quote below, as I contemplate self trust, as an artist/writer, believing in myself so that I might break on through to the other side, always, in all ways...
Thank you Crimsin for your thought provoking words.
You are wonderful.
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"One never knows what one is going to do. One starts a painting and then it becomes something quite else. It is remarkable how little the ‘willing’ of the artist intervenes." – Pablo Picasso
That was the thing I had to really reign in, and adapt to the algorithm of the literary stipulations, presented to me. But I feel this helped me to grow, both as a person and as a writer.
Poetry, on the other hand (and creative writing, to a lesser extent) are far more dominated by what might be called dreaming, as opposed to willing.
Maybe there is a balance there too, with everyone having a unique stylistic algorithm, in this respect.
I think the dreaming aspect speaks to your very astute point that "art has a mind of its own you can shape it or guide it but your deepest thoughts will emerge..."
... I was always very much inspired by the life/work of Pablo Picasso (We do share the name Pablo, after all :)))...
But yes... I like his philosophies & ideas. His approach to art.
I have been thinking about the quote below, as I contemplate self trust, as an artist/writer, believing in myself so that I might break on through to the other side, always, in all ways...
Thank you Crimsin for your thought provoking words.
You are wonderful.
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"One never knows what one is going to do. One starts a painting and then it becomes something quite else. It is remarkable how little the ‘willing’ of the artist intervenes." – Pablo Picasso
3rd Sep 2021 3:36pm
You seem to have a natural flow in the way you write, and your articulation is crisp yet sharp, which feels organic.
If there’s something you want to take away, in terms of feedback, I’d have to say don’t be apprehensive when writing…🙏
If there’s something you want to take away, in terms of feedback, I’d have to say don’t be apprehensive when writing…🙏
3rd Sep 2021 4:06pm
That is incredibly wise, Shadow. Thank you for this.
For me, I find my line and follow it, relentlessly.
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For me, I find my line and follow it, relentlessly.
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3rd Sep 2021 11:11pm
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5th Sep 2021 1:22pm
... I like the perspective that even an imagined feather has power. This is something I believe also.
... When I was just starting a most difficult journey, a feather fell from the sky and landed into my hand, a most wondrous sign/omen.
(I took immediate claim of the sign/omen and the associated power.)
"Your writings surely transform each time, Here at DU you can do a great deal with shining your magnified light on us all
Blessings
R"
... From the bottom of my heart, Thank You My Magical Friend.
Blessings
... When I was just starting a most difficult journey, a feather fell from the sky and landed into my hand, a most wondrous sign/omen.
(I took immediate claim of the sign/omen and the associated power.)
"Your writings surely transform each time, Here at DU you can do a great deal with shining your magnified light on us all
Blessings
R"
... From the bottom of my heart, Thank You My Magical Friend.
Blessings
4th Sep 2021 8:07pm
While I truly enjoyed the originality of this post, and the inner reflections, forgive me for saying that I honestly saw Kate Bush dancing in a field with that red dress on to Wuthering Heights! Very clever title and word play.
5th Sep 2021 1:24pm
No forgiveness necessary, ever, my most astute and wise friend.
I am very pleased that these words interacted with your imagination and consciousness.
... I deeply appreciate.
I am very pleased that these words interacted with your imagination and consciousness.
... I deeply appreciate.
