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Notes and considerations... - Nobody wears a white coat any more...
...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
ayradyss
ayradyss
Notes and considerations...
First: Interesting commentary on the opt-in post. You guys make me think.

Second:
Meme:
1. Go into your LJ's archives.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
But my symbols don't always follow reason.
Mmm, and they never do. And now I miss talking to Bear.

Third: Once upon a time, long long ago, I complained to a boy named Ryan (I wonder, sometimes, where he is, this boy that I first hated and then became grudging friends and finally allies with) that I could not write poetry any more, that my mind was empty. His response was to write down a phrase in the yellow stenographer's book we used to pass notes in class with, and the inscription: Write something about this.
I feel strange and disconnected; the words are filling up inside my head. I cannot write, I have found myself saying, not like I used to. And so I turn to you, O Best Beloved, for a sort of Mad-libs writing inspiration. Give me a sentence, a phrase, a topic, something mundane or fanciful. No opinion pieces, no politics, none of the drab desolation that fills the newspapers and assualts us on every front. Something simple. It doesn't have to make sense; I have written strange things before. What matters is the obligation to write, as last evening the obligation to speak broke my delusion. So:

What shall I write about?

Poetry or prose?

Poetry
3(50.0%)
Prose
3(50.0%)


And lastly: I will regale you later this evening or perhaps in the morning with tales of today, in which I spent 0900 to 1400 doing nothing really but reading, drinking two cups of coffee (which I brewed, extra-strong), and subsequently trying to catch up with my mind -and 1400 to 1800 running about seeing three patients, all of whom were most decidedly fascinating.
I am no longer as jittery, but I think I need some food to calm myself completely. My application for the AAFP resident and student conference scholarship goes into the mail tomorrow. I hope I get it.

now feeling:: hyper hyper

4 whispers echo . o O ( ... ) O o . whisper a word
Comments
reynardo From: reynardo Date: April 30th, 2004 03:06 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
er.. what opt-in ?

Your prose is like a petry, of the moves of a dance. Whatever you write will be you, and that's what matters.
ayradyss From: ayradyss Date: April 30th, 2004 05:27 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
Intriguingly enough, nobody seemed to notice the tiny little locked icon on that post.
xarkos From: xarkos Date: May 2nd, 2004 02:21 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)

mad-lib-essque phrase for the third

How about something along the lines of:

Roses dead and hidden under winter's snow
Blooming red with fragrant scent in spring's warmth.

then again, I've slacked way too much in my poetry, over a year and a half now since my last poem. No, I take that back, I had one since then, forget when, but it's still been a long time. Even poetry.com isn't bugging me for more book contributions anymore.

And I'm not at all surprised that I found you this soon after I joined livejournal, though I am surprised at how hard it was to find you.
ayradyss From: ayradyss Date: May 2nd, 2004 02:32 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)

Re: mad-lib-essque phrase for the third

I haven't been hiding on purpose...
4 whispers echo . o O ( ... ) O o . whisper a word