I sit in the cafe and see everyone looking down. I stand in the metro and see the same. I stroll down the city streets and watch as everyone walks around with devices in their hands. And I am currently writing to you from such a device, attempting to get you to put yours away for several hours a day… Instead of looking down - Look Up. Look at the amazing world you live in, not the digital world that exists in S-C-R-E-E-N-S.
We all know that it takes time, money and resources to create good, lasting art. Whether we’re talking about filmmaking, publishing a novel, or building a great architectural marvel like the Basilica of the Sagrada Família in Barcelona. But where would our art be if life and this world were absolutely perfect? If food fell freely from the skies.
Are you a jack of all trades and master of none? Moving from one hobby/profession to the next, in a never-ending whirlwind of wonder and glee, until you become bored, then switching to something new, as if it were a piece of out-of-date fashion. I know people like this and I also know professionals who are still employed at the same job that they got into since they were in high school
I remember when I was a wee lad there was a cool commercial on TV attempting to promote education and such. The message was: “Knowledge is Power!” At the time, I thought that it was a wonderful idea and of course, I think there’s something to be said for learning and knowing a lot of stuff. But nowadays - things are different. We have an infinite amount of knowledge in the palm of our hands
It's the most precious thing. Nowadays, we all look at content online and before clicking judge how much time it will take to consume. If it's long, we analyze its worth, using reviews from other consumers as a guide. Whatever is most popular (has the most clicks/hits/reviews) will surely be worth our time, right? As a budding writer, my goal is to express myself in a manner that doesn’t make you feel like you wasted your time.
What is this thing that curses the minds of countless ones? The thing that stalks us and follows us wherever we may be? Closing our eyes and paralyzing our fingers. Preventing any form of creativity to be released from within. Holding it there. Almost like a prisoner within a cell... There he is inside, begging, screaming, going absolutely berserk at this thing. This entity-like nuisance smacks him in the face, breaking his teeth, pushing him down.
I really can’t stand clickbait. When I see something online with an eye-catching image and headline that entices me to click on it, to unravel the seemingly indispensable life-changing content, I become disgusted. Because after clicking such a link, I realize that I was essentially tricked and cheated. The folks that employ clickbait into their arsenal of web-promoting business tactics are the worst to me. Duping countless ones
“Damnit, I told you Joe, I’m the captain! Your only job is to scrub the decks, make sure everything is clean and in order and make sure we don’t run into any pirates, sharks or whales. You’re in charge of lookout. That’s it! You got that?” he exclaimed sternly, with a fire red face. “I know, that’s what I've been doing, but I still want to learn the technical stuff and the tricks of the trade too!” I demanded.
“Hello my good sir,” I said to the dorky-looking clean-cut guy behind the desk. He didn’t look up. “Hello!” I said again. He was too busy staring at a computer screen. And my final attempt, “Uhuummmm, good day, good sir!” louder this time, with a slight cough and an attempt at a British accent. I know I looked like a bum, but I figured if I sounded British, he may give me better service or maybe I was wrong. I hadn’t been to many hotels before.
We argue about an infinite amount of topics, some of which are crucial to life and the stability of our current system and others with an insignificant amount of long-term relevance, but they nevertheless spark debate and controversy, attracting many to endlessly discuss and argue without apparent logic, contributing to strong emotional and offensive behaviors.
As an artist, I like to explore and understand every type of emotion, including the heartfelt and passionate ones. I've been known to listen to some very romantic songs and watch a loving film or two. I'm also not a stranger to the ups and downs of relationships. Strong emotions, intimacy, and passion is all part of the experience. I find it fun and exciting to create simple yet powerful poems to express some of those feelings...
That name. His name. It echoed in my consciousness as we crashed through the American landscape. A juggernaut of metal and mysterious goods, which for the life of him, he would not reveal, “Come on, just tell me what we’re hauling back there!” And his response was always the same, “Shut up and keep your eyes peeled for the coppers!” “I am, and I’ve been operating this stupid radio like you asked me to but why can’t you tell me, huh?”
On the Road by Jack Kerouac is one of America's most loved and cherished novels of the twentieth century. Its beautiful and poetic prose has been admired and has inspired countless artists and writers from around the world like The Beatles, Jim Morrison of The Doors, Lana Del Rey, Allen Ginsberg, and Hunter S. Thompson..
The other day I went out for a hike. Up towards a steep mountain edge. For some reason, I found myself in deep contemplation during the entire experience. Every step I took almost felt like I was walking through multiple layers of history. Maybe because I know that the trail I was on was traversed by countless peoples throughout the centuries. Going back past the Spanish conquest, with signs of indigenous markings all along the rocky path.
The other night I felt inspired by love, people and relationships, and I imagined what it's like to love someone that is very far away. We may look at their pictures online and talk on the phone, but of course, there's nothing like being right next to that someone special. I feel this little poem captures the emotions involved in this type of situation. If you're a traveler, I'm sure you can relate.