Day 19 :: 30 Poems in 30 Days April 2016

Nothing Is, April 19, 2016

Nothing Is, April 19, 2016

Nothing Is, April 19, 2016
Just like it sounds, nothing is on my mind. Some days, and by some days, I mean today, this is how I feel when my mind is squeezed by the stresses of certain events in life. They can be quite toxic to creativity. Paralyzing the flow. One exercise I perform when I have particularly difficult times – I write anyway. If it is just writing about how I cannot write, still I write. And I think this poem is a wonderful rendition of that sentiment. This routine also carries over in my art practice. It may sound more difficult to draw when one doesn’t know what to draw but it is really quite the opposite. There is no need to form words as in writing, it is simply making marks on the paper. Although there is nothing simple about it because there is something built in all of us that strives to create something worthy. That is the highest speed bump. But creativity is movement. I’m not waiting for the perfect thing to say, I’m saying it now, imperfectly.

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One Response to Day 19 :: 30 Poems in 30 Days April 2016

  1. Michiel Carlier says:

    P30X Day 19

    I think ‘Nothing Is’ attracts the eye like nothing I have seen before. And when my eye is attracted by it, nothing is on my mind as much as Nothing Is. It looks fabulous, and it has a lot of depth to it.
    Every day, every poem different and original. It seems to me you don’t even know it; ’Nothing is on my mind I’ll try again’ you think while the most wonderful poems roll out of your hands :)
    I think your apprentice picks up all the notes after you. Hurrying towards the pieces of paper you fling over your shoulder while you shake your head and you mumble ‘that’s nothing’. Your apprentice doesn’t understand a word of your notes at first, but senses that it is probably a very important lesson to learn. Only after intense study, the meaning of your poem is found and then nothing can be done except to marvel at it.

    I read all the lines to make sure they’re all the same, and to see if maybe there was a line with a hidden word that was different from the other lines.
    After so many times of reading this beautiful poem, it started to spin in front of my eyes. I saw only your words, all else faded. Then suddenly, I discovered the hidden sentence that is different from the rest. I became very excited, because I could clearly make up the words ’nothing to my mind is difficult to understand’. Granted, it was hard to find this line again after that one moment, hiding as well as it does from being seen.
    Then I was puzzled. It is highly improbable that you would say something like “Nothing to my mind is difficult to understand”.
    You might have said it like this: “Nothing, to my mind, is difficult to understand”. But again, this is not something you would say. Not like that. If at all, you would say it completely different, and there is no telling how you would say it.
    I was left with one more option. Maybe you meant it like this: “’Nothing to my mind’ is difficult to understand”.
    Again, not something you would say, although it comes close. To this interpretation I have to agree. It seems to be impossible to think about nothing.
    Besides, there is always something on my mind, even in my deepest meditation: “I should relocate Miss spider today from the bathroom to the attic”, “I should check if my favorite animal is still my favorite animal”. Important things like step onto the podium of my thought, do a little dance, afterwards they glow of pride and joy.
    So when I read your poem, at first I was amazed. I thought it unbelievable how easy it seemed to be for you to achieve this ’nothing to mind’ stage. Then I read your journal and I looked at your poem again. It made me realize that your mind was not at ease when you wrote this poem. It was spinning in circles, it was going over the same thought again, trying to come up with something. But nothing was on your mind.
    Then something came to mind to say to you. And I think it is what this poem could stand for. ‘Nothing’, it seems can be seen as a receptacle for objects. So when you achieve the ’nothing on my mind’ state, your receptacle is empty and allows for originality, more than when it already has something in it. It seems that when you achieve this ’nothing on my mind’ state of mind it allows you to be totally focused on what you think or do, possibly even more than you would be able to achieve if you were consciously thinking.

    Always when you wish to do so, may you find what you are looking for in the exercise of writing.

    The Avishai Cohen trio, ‘Remembering’.


    PS: Today I noticed that I said something yesterday that might be interpreted wrongly. When I said ‘May it be a guide towards emotional balance’, the way I said it, it sounds like I talk to you only, but that’s not what I meant. I meant for all of us, myself included.