Tuesday, October 20, 2009

What Inspires our Words to Flow?

What inspires our words to flow from our heads like a river flowing down a snow peaked mountain? It could start with a trickle and open up into a deluge of thoughts and feelings and emotions pouring out onto the paper.

Where does this come from? It could come from the faintest smell of a flower or food you used to love, or witnessing someone doing something profound or ordinary as you stroll through the park.

From time to time a memory will pop into my head that inspires me to write write write and I don't want to do anything at all but pour it all out without stopping. That rush is so incredibly addicting and is more powerful then any drug or bottle.

Someone within earshot could say the simplest of things or the street musician I just passed by on my way to Starbucks could cause a chain reaction, striking a chord and causing an explosion of inspiration in my mind. Inspiration can come from anywhere, anyone.

What inspires you?

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  1. When I was a child I had an eye injury that had me in the hospital at least once a year for about 5 years. While I was there my mother thought it would be a good idea if I had a means of explaining that time to myself, in years to come. She gave me a journal and read to me some of her diary entries from when she was a child to get me started.

    I tried to write in it the way she did, about the weather and what activities had been done that day. but I found quickly however, that the day to day entries were boring and moreover reminded me that I was in the hospital and wishing I wasn’t.

    This experience was highly effecting to my development as a person, and as time went on my writing changed. I began to learn a new way to express myself when I came across the poetry of Keats, and Rumi, I began to think that figurative language and imagery were the best ways to convey ideas, and allow them to become more interesting and passionate than I could provide with my vernacular.

    This became a hobbie, and before long I had many notebooks full of poems. As I got into high school and learned more about music, in marching band, my first rock band, and on my own I began to listen to a lot of music, and immerse myself in music creation.

    This is when I noticed that most of the people I was surrounded by didn’t know much about converting their ideas into words. They had trouble writing songs, and moreover lyrics for their songs. So I started to do both.

    This blossomed into learning my way around 4 instruments, and becoming a singer/songwriter


    Now it’s like an appendage, an arm, or leg...I am so used to writing and expressing myself thru music, and poetry. what inspires me to do it, is an overflow in my brain, I am a pensive soul and whenever I think I hold onto those ideas for a while like a wine or something of that nature, and when the wine ages, and the idea gets developed I write it down. It usually becomes a new song....



    But that’s just me

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  2. I EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE COME UPON A SMELL THAT REMIND ME OF THE GOOD TIMES AS A CHILD...AND I JUST STAND THERE AND WHIFF IT IN AND DREAM OF THOSE TIMES...LIKE FRESH CUT GRASS...LIKE THE SMELL OF CERTAIN GARAGES...LIKE SOME WOMANS PERFUME...AND THE SMELL GOES ON I HOPE.

    LIKE THE SMELL OF A DRIVING RANGE AROUND 5PM ON A WEDNESDAY....

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