I would go,
all my clothes
they could turn me into
works of art.
the obvious portrayed
subtleties in others.
I was reflected
in each and
as was the creator.
Imagination at its
If brain hard-ons were a thing, I’d have one for this guy (watch the video to find out why):
I discovered Mark Grist several years ago and it seems that since then he’s made quite a name for himself. That’s because when he’s not encouraging other guys to look past a woman’s tits and ass as a basis for attraction, he’s making a difference in the world by inspiring kids and adults alike to think. Grist describes himself as an artist and educator. From English teacher to Rap Battler (which you should totally check out), he now performs his poetry for a wide variety of audiences and conducts writing workshops across the UK. Personally, I find what he does to be creatively inspiring and profoundly moving. Here’s another one of his more recent videos:
Again, when a guy publicly challenges traditional standards of beauty… when he incorporates the importance of inclusion in his art and in his teaching… it not only makes me go weak at the knees… it fires up all kinds of protons and electrons that make my brain go BING!
So, moments ago something brilliant happened: I knocked over a glass of water. At first, I did not think it was very brilliant, in fact, I cursed at what had occurred. Because now I had to get up, grab a towel, ya da ya da, so much effort, right? I was really enjoying just sitting there.
But then my brain went back to the split second before this incident occurred. And what my brain was telling my body not to do was knock over that glass of water, spilling it all over me and the couch. But guess what? It fuckin’ didn’t matter because my body didn’t listen, or perhaps gravity wasn’t paying attention, or maybe… I willed it to happen.
By merely entertaining the thought, perhaps I invited that situation into my life. And if that’s the case, how often do we do this? We create things all the time that begin as nothing more than a mere inkling, the very vaguest of ideas, which could have the power to transform the whole world, or at least our own lives. The fact that I can write these words onto a page (because originally I wrote this out on paper!) that started out blank is just an example. Other artists do it all the time: turning nothing into something; bringing their ideas to fruition and watching them grow as they begin to inspire others to develop their own theories and abstractions.
But then I think: don’t we all do this? Our life is a work of art if that’s how we choose to see it. But first, we must will it to be. Do we choose to labor with love, commitment, passion, and drive? Or do we choose to confront our lives like I did when I spilled that glass of water? “Fuckin A! I don’t want to get off the couch!“