hanging for that dream time
a few nights ago i read a blog post titled CREATIVE PROCRASTINATION where the poet/blogger argues that a kind of a procrastinating indolence is good for the soul and good for creative work. i agree. if i'm good at anything it's procrastinating. i aspire to the laziness as it was ascribed to whitman when a coworker of his said that the good grey poet was so lazy he needed two people to eat, one to open his mouth and throw food in, another to close his mouth and chew it.
since i am a human being and i live among human beings i tend to think that many of my fellow creatures are like me, and i am like them. maybe. the older i get the more i'm wonderfully surprised to learn of our varied habits and our differences that make us unique. so when i think creative indolence is good for the soul i think it'd be good for all souls. not so, i'd guess. if i'm the sort of writer who needs serious downtime, real good dream time, there are other poets who need quite the opposite, bustle and noise.
as the poet said, 'we are the same in different ways/we are different in the same way'. amen, brothers and sisters. for me, i love my daily long walks thru downtown and midtown. i don't have an iphone or ipad. it's just me and the environment. i try to keep pen and paper handy because things do flit in to the brainpan and if i don't write them down i'll lose them forever. often i forget that simple task and have nothing to write with. the words then evaporate like a shallow pool in dry heat. ah well. there are more words to come. more important is to make time to dream.