Right now there are a great many things that I am not going to tell you. While this maybe obvious to some as it would be quite impossible for me to tell you everything, I thought I would still mention this as this is my blog (another word that I've had to grow into) and I haven't been telling you anything lately. As with many things I could come up with excuses as to why I haven't been writing on here but honestly it is because I'm lazy. Many people make excuses for why they don't do things. A lot of those excuses have to do with being busy and in all honesty I find the busy excuse to be the worst. If you tell me you can't do something because you are "busy" it usually just means that you have prioritized something above said task, and even then you could probably still do it. I have rarely come into a
circumstance where I couldn't make a blog post or do something more. I like free time and I suppose free time makes me busy but it is still a lousy excuse. In college it was fun because I'd hear people say how busy they were with some class or another. I call bull. Even in my busiest classes I wasn't under that much pressure to complete my work and sure I wasn't the best student but I did pretty well my last two years of college. I do know some people who were
legitimately busy with something scheduled for every hour of every day (I tried it once - wasn't for me). Those people tend to have problems of burning out, but not because they are busy, it is because they commit themselves to doing things they don't really want to do. I always thought theater majors were funny that way. They'd complain all day about the all the plays that they were in and how much time it took from there day. I just didn't understand why they needed to be in three productions at once - or why they wanted to be. It seemed to me that they were killing themselves doing this and that they weren't even enjoying the shows anymore or at least the
preparation.
So with that I present another process poem. I'm not sure how I feel about these because at the same time as liking them I also find them to be some what contrived. I've yet to decide how I feel about addressing the audience and breaking that 4th wall. But really why not? (Also look at the copyright '09 - my first poem of '09 - I'm going to have to come back to this one).
Enjoy
Read these words slow
take your time.
If you want take a sip of your coffee.
Look around and take in that world around you,
don't worry,
I'll still be here.
I'm only words on a page after all.
But please,
slow down.
Read the words
look between the lines,
(there is a lot of white space there)
I'd ask you to tell me what you see,
but you've got to understand
I've got no ears,
and if you wrote me,
well I'd never write back.
You see once you finish reading this
I'll be dead.
I'll be past tense.
But that is okay,
you can read me again
and bring me back from the grave.
But for at least this first time (or perhaps the second),
read me slowly
and savor the words.
All of them,
every word I make you think of
and even the ones that just flit into your head on your own.
Words are beautiful. Think about it.
Copyright 2009 William Curb
