I've tried to experience the detail in life this weekend. The fingers, leaves, crinkled bark on trees, branches, blades, raindrops, damp concrete, overcast sky, the burr in Madison's hair, the silver hair in Silas's fur. I've tried to see things from a different perspective, shadows, reflections. or different views.
Yesterday, my massage therapist worked on me and I tried my best to surrender stress to the touch and pressure points. In reality I have a back and a neck condition that manifests in chronic pain. Within an hour's time, I was the same person that walked in the door of the Chiropractic Office, but I sure didn't feel like the same person.
All of our senses play a role in art. Sight, sound, taste, feel, are as much a part of art as they are of everyday life. Sometimes life gives us patters or repetitions. Sometimes it mixes everything up and we get potpourri.
There are many ways to look at what constitutes life. Being a poet, an artist of any kind requires us to live a life observed. To touch, taste, smell, see, as much as we can on a daily basis. Many ordinary people can only think of dead poets. They don't really know many poets who are alive. But I tell you, even the dead poets at one time lived lives very much in their "present" or as we say, "in the moment". That's what being a poet requires.
Michael Allyn Wells - notes & musings