the snow is beautiful, but it can also freeze you to death
nature, is that way
and death, is beautiful.
My cabin, is like heaven
not much living happens there
just existing, and for a time
the writer needs that time
to do his work, but no new pressures enter his mind
and no new creativity happens there—
it’s a void, in time
the conditions are where writing comes from, with not enough time.
I work a job
and get caught-up in the drama
but I never feel the need to escape, so that I can be creative
Creativity, comes from the ability to adapt
to difficult situations
is about survival
and I do it, to stay alive.
Conversations kill you, if you don’t know how to use them
lay you bare
if you don’t know how to use tools.
Storms create art
and when I am done, building a fire, I read my stories
on cold nights.
If you find that you are waiting for the conditions to be right
they will never be right
We get meaning from our lives
when we respond to conditions
art is a response
starting a small business is a response
quitting is a response
dying is a response
Becoming something better than the conditions
is a response
I have always grown
when the conditions were bad
and my best philosophies, spring forth
when I have to wade through manure.
When I am overwhelmed by things to do
I relax, because I know what’s important.
If you don’t know, why you survive
the animals that do know, will kill you.
There is always something to do, but only a few things worth doing
People love to get things done
but they don’t know what they are doing.
They have an idea of what they want, but when they try to do it
it’s not what they thought it was.
Survival, is about removing illusions
chipping-away, at stone tools
that cut into reality
like a hunter, drinking
his first cup of blood
cut from the arteries, of his first kill.
When you know you can hunt
and you accept
that you are hunted
ideas pour out of you, like blood
because your nature
is to stay alive
and when that nature turns on itself
it turns against the mother
who gave you life
who taught you, the lessons of death
and if you are willing, nature is willing
the creative act, is that
and knowing, your time will come.