Whiplash

My head, as of the last few hours, has been spinning. I’ve been rapidly mood changing, and quite frankly it’s giving me whiplash. Ya know how everything can be running smoothly, everything’s going okay–then like a derby horse out of the gate it’s suddenly sprinting? Then slipping, falling, sliding downward? Welcome to my mind, as of late.

Despite the urge to crawl back under the covers and sleep the rest of the day, I will get up and at least keep my promise to myself to update this daily.. I don’t even want to think about doing actual writing today. And maybe I’ll eat while i’m at it–maybe.

I’ve been reading a lot of Beat Literature recently. Once I got out of that whole Shakespeare tragedy kick, I slipped back into the familiarity of the Beat. I found this quote today, that really applies to my change in writing,

“The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. That’s what poetry does.”

– Allen Ginsberg

This yells to me. I’ve never gotten the opportunity, or wanted one really, to see the world through rose colored glasses, I’ve always been one to see things for what they are– even if that’s a little cynical sometimes.  That’s how I’ve been writing lately poetry wise. I’ve been trying to tap into my inner beat, if you will.

Well, Daj left this morning for the clear, sunny skies of Hawaii for two weeks, lucky lady. What I wouldn’t do for some seventy degree weather in this winter ice-hole. I however, am heading back to the dark muted comfort of the covers to wait out this latest swing.