(There's) Always Room for Superlatives

Goosebumps. I couldn’t just watch this once. 

michaelleepoetry:

I may be in Norway, but I am still (always) on that grind! Lets get this video up to 1k views and I’ll throw up another video about how Bristol Palin is horrible. #tryingtoliveoffpoems

From the poem: 

An artist - and we are all artists - is one part clown, one part cleric. 

michaelleepoetry:

This needs to have a few million views before I am satisfied. Share this mans work, he is too brilliant to not be heard.

I’m watching 21 Grams while working through some menial must does and came across this poem: 

   The Earth Turned to Bring Us Closer

   by Eugenio Montejo
   translated by Peter Boyle

   The earth turned to bring us closer,
   it spun on itself and within us,
   and finally joined us together in this dream
   as written in the Symposium.
   Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
   time passed in minutes and millennia.
   An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh
   arrived in Nebraska.
   A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
   in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
   The earth was spinning with its music
   carrying us on board;
   it didn't stop turning a single moment
   as if so much love, so much that's miraculous
   was only an adagio written long ago
   in the Symposium's score.

I love it. 

It goes something like this — Taps on a keyboard translate from symbol to symbol to symbol to electrical pulse. Charge flows down pathways, silicon submits to current, wires carry mindless waves, logic-less systems command arbitrary patterns, more silicon blindly follows more rules carved into pathways until I see: 

A Lifehacker article links to a blog, which links to a book of poetry. 

It’s a rather normal progression as I follow my curiosities across the internet. Today it meant something more. 

Austin Kleon shows the kind of creative spirit I forget I have. His art reminds me to be a whole person.