Perpetual Notion

So yeah, I have been a loaf on the writing front. I will return. But until then, here is a suggestion of how to spend some internet perusing time:

Perhaps you have trouble forming opinions on matters such as music. Your friends talk smart about the latest album by such and such, but you are at a loss. Check out Peer Validated, see what they have to say about the up & coming as well as ongoing musical acts. Adopt their opinions as your own, at least until you can flex your own muscles of critique.

If for no other reason… check them out to support something good coming out of the Chippewa Valley. And, one of them almost cried during the trailer for Darjeeling Limited.

Even the critical have a sensitive side.

I have lately come to the habit of starting my day with poetry.

After all has been set for the morning - I have showered, dressed, eaten, and packed up - the last thing I do before leaving the house is to walk over to the bookshelf and pick up The Pocket Robert Frost (when I complete this collection I will move on to Neruda). I crack the pages to where my marker is left and read aloud one poem. I read it to my empty room, an audience of furniture and myself, as I strongly believe that poetry is to be heard and not kept quiet. As such, it hits me three fold. Once, Digested by my eyes upon contact. Twice, grazing my lips on the way out. And third, caught by my ears as though an enthusiastic outfielder.

Frost has done well to set me on a proper morning track. I step out the door with a lyricism not my own, and a rhyme scheme ever shifting.

His words may not be for all, but such options are plenty. I have built this morning diet off of a seventy-five cent purchase at a library book sale. Most assuredly do I endorse the value of this daily investment.

Give it a go.