"To let each impression and each germ of a feeling come to completion wholly in itself, in the dark, in the inexpressible, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one's own intelligence, and await with deep humility and patience the birth-hour of a new clarity: that alone is living the artist's life: in understanding as in creating.
There is here no measuring with time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confident in the storms of spring without the fear that after them may come no summer. It does come, But it comes only to the patient, who are there as though eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly still and wide. I learn it daily, learn it with pain to which I am grateful: PATIENCE IS EVERYTHING."
- Ranier Maria Rilke
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Hip Hop Ice Cream Truck
My thoughts are always inconclusive. I seem to do nothing more than observe. Sometimes my life and all its many thoughts, actions, stages, and experiences seem nothing more than a perpetual groaning, awaiting their perfect conclusion. But these seemingly insignificant, in-between action steps are necessary. Just because I grow tired of awaiting conclusions and eruptions of epiphanies, this does not mean I can cash out. The in-between places are the substance to this whole she-bang of life. They are one part of the nurturing, one part of the big whole. There would be no forward motion without them. There would be no substance. (paragraph 1 with no conclusion)
Here I sit in another in-between phase. Post and pre said job. Being in a stage of life of little fruit (or seemingly little fruit) tires me. (paragraph 2 with no conclusion)
Today, while in Anacostia I saw and heard for the first time ever, a hip hop ice cream truck. The ice cream truck looked the same. In fact, the music was similar. Only there was an attitude-filled "hey girl" at the beginning of the song and a clap to the beat throughout the song. Both of these components added a new dimension to the ice cream truck experience. Altogether (a word signifying nearness to a conclusion), I have alot to learn about this inner-city (there must be a broader term) culture.
Oh, the desperation of our human condition of being incomplete beings...
Here I sit in another in-between phase. Post and pre said job. Being in a stage of life of little fruit (or seemingly little fruit) tires me. (paragraph 2 with no conclusion)
Today, while in Anacostia I saw and heard for the first time ever, a hip hop ice cream truck. The ice cream truck looked the same. In fact, the music was similar. Only there was an attitude-filled "hey girl" at the beginning of the song and a clap to the beat throughout the song. Both of these components added a new dimension to the ice cream truck experience. Altogether (a word signifying nearness to a conclusion), I have alot to learn about this inner-city (there must be a broader term) culture.
Oh, the desperation of our human condition of being incomplete beings...
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