oh my god leave me alone please, just let the air cleanse itself of sound… my attention is not to be hijacked at your every whim… I’d like to have an afternoon of nothingness, of some kind of internal bliss, of sacred unperturbedness my thoughts, they gurgle —
Man, this is so well done. THIS is perfect. Thank you for writing it. I am putting it in my inspiration folder so I can read it when I need to know that someone else knows what I know. This is beautiful. I mean it's horrid, I am with you. Yesterday I was asking my family, "can you imagine what it would be like to only hear the birds and the sky right now, and not the traffic and ambulances and dogs and people? Can you IMAGINE it? Can you imagine what a vast amount of empty nature sounds like right now? Try to imagine it. This is so well written. We have lost this important, undisturbed living that you describe. May you have peace.
As someone who needs perhaps more peace and silence than most, this lightened my heart. To me this goes hand in hand with having to be around someone who feels compelled to speak yet only say the most mundane and obvious things (in a voice that hits on my last nerve). Strangely enough I am not considered antisocial but my patience is not of the virtuous sort.
I completely understand for I just can't be interrupted I just can't-I'm not sure it makes me a poet a writer or whatever..it's just I can't be anything else when I'm in this and I loose time- I think it surely were minutes but there were hours, hours upon hours and sometimes it's days and weeks and sometimes it's months
Yet it makes me also feel guilty-because who robs whom? Actually I rob Them of me. Of my presence. You think anybody remembers his work when dying, even good one? Maybe. I think one painfully recalls all the moments he robbed others of his presence, for whatever great reason that was, even if for them themselves...
Exactly. I can't explain how often people try crashing in on my creative time, demanding attention. I am not anti-social either, but there has to be a limit. I realized long ago that if I don't jealously guard my writing sessions from outside distraction, NOTHING GETS ACCOMPLISHED. Thanks for putting this into words.
I felt this in my marrow. I think I have pathologic sound ptsd (self diagnosis) though. In order to try and get peace and quiet, I started doing what I call Whack A Mole last year. It works! I learned that most of the moles were me and that if I keep up the practice, fewer external (and internal) moles crop up.
Thanks for this reminder that I can ask for time and space, and also a reminder to consider giving more space without being asked — love the audio, too!
I so relate to this one Franco. To have uninterrupted time, now that is heaven on earth. So love when I finally achieve it. Thanks for saying it so poetically.
Man, this is so well done. THIS is perfect. Thank you for writing it. I am putting it in my inspiration folder so I can read it when I need to know that someone else knows what I know. This is beautiful. I mean it's horrid, I am with you. Yesterday I was asking my family, "can you imagine what it would be like to only hear the birds and the sky right now, and not the traffic and ambulances and dogs and people? Can you IMAGINE it? Can you imagine what a vast amount of empty nature sounds like right now? Try to imagine it. This is so well written. We have lost this important, undisturbed living that you describe. May you have peace.
As someone who needs perhaps more peace and silence than most, this lightened my heart. To me this goes hand in hand with having to be around someone who feels compelled to speak yet only say the most mundane and obvious things (in a voice that hits on my last nerve). Strangely enough I am not considered antisocial but my patience is not of the virtuous sort.
I completely understand for I just can't be interrupted I just can't-I'm not sure it makes me a poet a writer or whatever..it's just I can't be anything else when I'm in this and I loose time- I think it surely were minutes but there were hours, hours upon hours and sometimes it's days and weeks and sometimes it's months
Yet it makes me also feel guilty-because who robs whom? Actually I rob Them of me. Of my presence. You think anybody remembers his work when dying, even good one? Maybe. I think one painfully recalls all the moments he robbed others of his presence, for whatever great reason that was, even if for them themselves...
It's a hard one for sure.
Thank you, Franco
Exactly. I can't explain how often people try crashing in on my creative time, demanding attention. I am not anti-social either, but there has to be a limit. I realized long ago that if I don't jealously guard my writing sessions from outside distraction, NOTHING GETS ACCOMPLISHED. Thanks for putting this into words.
Those who read and understand poetry (like this), do understand everything.
Thank you for this soul food.
Quite, quite agree.
Pepto for the brain sounds truly ecstatic.
I write early-early in the morning, when even the dogs are sleeping. Anytime after 9am is pure chaos. I understand.
uhmmm…..who is this about 🙃
I felt this in my marrow. I think I have pathologic sound ptsd (self diagnosis) though. In order to try and get peace and quiet, I started doing what I call Whack A Mole last year. It works! I learned that most of the moles were me and that if I keep up the practice, fewer external (and internal) moles crop up.
This is the best one yet!
Thanks for this reminder that I can ask for time and space, and also a reminder to consider giving more space without being asked — love the audio, too!
I so relate to this one Franco. To have uninterrupted time, now that is heaven on earth. So love when I finally achieve it. Thanks for saying it so poetically.
This was awesome Franco and so true. “The world is too much with us” as Wordsworth’s line still rings true to this day.
I’ve been feeling this heavy — for months if not longer. Thank you
I could not agree more!!! Thank you!!!