Truth or Dare - [Found Poetry]
The Poem
Poems from Days 9 and 10
the drums were being beaten the rhythm of that mysterious heart
their path led them to the foot of the precipice the great mesa ship towered over them
you feel so small when you're on the ground in a water-worn ravine they climbed
sometimes the pulsing of the drums was all but inaudible at others they seemed to be beating only just around the corner
they came on without a word
Huxley, Aldous. Brave New World ; and, Brave New World Revisited. Harper Perennial Modern Classics, 2004, p. 104.
Some Thoughts on the Poem and the Day
Whether out of laziness or out of inspiration, I chose to use the exact same page from yesterday's poem again. In the photo, the pencil lines outline yesterday's word choices. The red highlights today's choices.
When I read the prompt I first thought of opposites and looked at a few pages to see if I could find some interesting juxtapositions of words that were either actually opposites or that felt as though they opposed one another. I found some interesting rhythmic patterns that I actually liked that I may still explore. But then as I read back over the page I used yesterday this sinister little plot jumped out at me. In my imagination this is the scene description of the visual you'd see on screen just before some really scary part of a film that would have me hiding my head under the blanket and turning the sound all the way down until the scary part passed.
I've developed a bit of a Friday night work from home routine. It's the one night a week I absolutely give myself off. By 5 p.m., I've tried to take a look ahead at the week to come and get my mind around what has to be done and then I look back at the week that was to see what's still left to be cleaned up. It's in no way a full Getting Things Done (GTD) Weekly Review, but it is a decent little environment scan to give my brain the freedom it needs to take some down time.
After an hour or so of catching up with family and friends by video chat, I got down to one of the personal tasks on my to do list for the weekend which is cleaning up some of the accumulated paper. Some is just bills, junk mail, and the like that needs to be dealt with and some is more fun like magazines that need to be enjoyed. I gave myself permission to fully disengage and just cut up pages and enjoy playing with paper a bit which remains one of my favorite and most relaxing tasks.
One of my magazine collages from tonight
What are your end of day and end of week rituals to mark the transition from work to home when it's all one place at the moment?