Tuesday, April 9, 2024

Thoughts on Bots, Poetry, and Coming Back Again

I checked my blog's numbers after my last post. My readership seemed to be exploding, but considering the volume was all from Singapore, I knew it was just bots. Lately Hong Kong has gotten in on the action.

I checked some forums and I know I'm not the only one with this issue. The best Google has done is block the links these bots usually leave behind to trick you into clicking off to some internet alley where they club you over the head with cookies and steal your information.

I haven't posted anything new in almost two months and yet the hits my blog gets weekly are up 500% from when I posted nearly every day for two years. Over 5000 readers last month and not a single poem has received extra views; not a single comment posted.

See, I got on these new Twitter clones and started posting my blog links like crazy. Well, apparently whatever these bots ping my blog for, Threads, BlueSky, and even X are facilitating it.

The massive influx of trash traffic with no end in site decided for me that I needed a break.

But here I am again, thinking about coming back. Thinking about words again and whether putting them together in weird or wonderful ways is even worth it. 

What is poetry now? What does it mean in context with AI chat bots, and pop-star chapbooks filled with poems about break-ups through text and pseudo-philosophical questions that pop like bubblegum when tested?

I don't have answers. Language evolves over time. Artforms evolve over time. I can pursue my own linguistic interests in the sweep of this possibly polluted current without mimicking that which I find disdainful. And I guess, as one who simply feels compelled to throw these bottles out into the ocean from my island from time to time, that's enough for me.

Still, it would be great if a few other castaways' bottles washed up on my beach from time to time. I'm here to write, but I'm also here to connect. That's never really seemed to work though.

Getting over yet another bout with COVID now, but I have meds and antivirals and recovery will likely be swift. After that, I'll come back and we'll see what happens.

I hope all of you humans not in the thrall of nefarious data miners are well. And as always, I encourage you to be good to each other.

~Bacchus


Friday, February 23, 2024

AB STRACTS: A Mini-Zine

 I needed to get out of my head a little, and since figuring out what to write in a zine is always the hardest part for me, I decided just to draw, paint, and color in one instead.

Here is a mini-zine I called "AB STRACTS". I'll include the title of each with the picture. Enjoy.

"Art and Time"

"Trying to Be a Circle"

"Blue and Yellow Make Green"

"Matt"

"Spicy/Abstracted Abstract"


Thursday, February 22, 2024

My Youth In Perdition

spent my seminary in the bar
preacher pouring brimstone and hellfire
in a holy joke of whiskey blood and
pretzel flesh communion my cup running
over grinning brothers singing barstool hymns
sisters filling up with spirit giving
betrayal with cigarette kisses
bloodshot the windows the passages dim
pilgrimage homeward and lost as a coin
with a need to kneel before the throne
to retch a prayer in penance to atone

Monday, February 19, 2024

Paper Love

now like an origami swan
tell me how to fold for you
fragile as paper our love
i measure the overlap
careful creasing so we touch
cutting eyes across the table
pass through absently shredding
flicker with the television
my hands busy with the strips
not folding but a hopeful chain
for counting days to your return

Saturday, February 17, 2024

January and February

that long dark January ride
watching through the window grime 
wishing light in the early night
then bag check and security line
and on to February’s gate
layover here with flight delays
out of joint these still dim days
a month of time again to wait

Wednesday, February 14, 2024

For The Birds

one great pleasure i know
is walking away from work midday
to spread birdseed on the snow

Tuesday, February 13, 2024

Dinner And A Show

tiptoe around the dinner table turning
dancing clenched with seething teeth
some suspicious leap remains unspoken
cut a rug and swept beneath

Monday, February 12, 2024

A Brief Ode to Caffeine

when i wake in a fog 
with the world at a slant
i fall to the ground
up seeds of a plant
which i boil and brew 
steam velvety soft
cloud of milk in the cup
unfolds like a cloth
to bathe my brain 
in warm wakefulness
slowly the haze slides away
with a kiss
replaced by a bitter-sweet
taste on my tongue
and a rhythm in my blood
from the sun like a drum

Friday, February 9, 2024

Strange Nature

if living is only taking
each waking moment 
uncountable consequences
some untold loss fomented
then our temporariness
gives respite to the world

or earth derived a death drive
some strange nature manifested
creators of its own end
which we are obsessed with

these weary worried thoughts inside
borne by silken darkness rise
then inside of me another me
looks out with alien eyes

Thursday, February 8, 2024

Reflections In A Storm

the turbulent darkness
of rain molten sky
silhouette water cascading
night slips past diagonally

lightning smiling splits
thunder her extinguished voice
streetlight too lit laughing hours
cricket song not dashing noise

twilight stars her hair the clouds
a mellow field of soft green grass
which the solemn silence spun
sharp as shattered glass

and love only distantly
as obscured by rising haze
for some itself is nebulous 
and love only distantly

Wednesday, February 7, 2024

A Book Review: The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron

(Just a reminder that these are my opinions. You're entitled to your own.)

I started reading The Artist’s Way (hereinafter abbreviated as TAW) by Julia Cameron at the beginning of November last year (2023). It was my intention to take it seriously as a 12-week course, so I switched from being a consummate night-owl to someone who wakes every morning at 5 in the interest of committing fully to improving as an artist. And aside from a few missed mornings, I successfully completed the course last month.

Well, I say “completed”.

Morning Pages and Artist Dates
There are two elements to the course that Cameron emphasizes as being integral to getting the full benefit from TAW: “The Morning Pages” and "Artist Dates". 

Some quick background: 
I’m father to a 5-year-old and a 16-year-old, both of whom wake up very early for school. My wife is a school teacher with a long commute, so she’s usually up and out of the house by 7am. I work from home as a technical writer for a company, and am tied to my work laptop from about 8am to 5pm Monday through Friday.

For the reasons above (among others), I started getting up at 5am to make sure I had quiet, undisturbed time to write the required three longhand notebook pages (The Morning Pages) of stream of consciousness, and do the tasks at the end of each of the twelve chapters.

At first, “The Morning Pages” are just a way to write-vomit out baggage first thing in the morning when your brain is still close to the unconscious. You’re not supposed to show them to anyone and (until chapter 9, or so) you’re not supposed to reread them. This last part was frustrating for me because, as much of a chore as they seemed at times, those pages were often filled with creative and personal insights and breakthroughs that rival therapy. 

Artists Dates, however, were next to impossible for me. 

Once a week, students of TAW are supposed to take themselves out alone on a date for inspiration. These are meant to be miniature retreats of several hours. This was a part of TAW I only got to do twice. For me, there are just not enough hours in the week. For that reason, I can’t speak to how beneficial this part of the course would be. I can only say that the second outing resulted in a few pretty good poems mostly written in a diner over coffee.

Creativity as Spiritual Practice
If there is a weakness in TAW, it’s this. There is major emphasis on expressing creativity as a spiritual practice. “God” is mentioned throughout the book as a broad metaphysical entity who wants what’s best for our creativity. Cameron tells us that because God is a creator, creativity itself is holy. 

Nowhere does TAW approach sounding as cultish and as much of a spin-off of 12-step self-help programs out of the late 1970s than here.

I consider myself a spiritual person. I have my own beliefs spun from a bit of the Dao, a bit of Buddhism, and a healthy dollop of the Judeo-Christian beliefs I was raised with. But Cameron’s concept of God struggles with its own identity.  At once Cameron’s God is the creative impulse itself, an all-loving muse, and just an acronym for “good orderly direction”. 

I understand that Cameron’s trying to get everyone to suspend disbelief regardless of background, but God gets muddled in the mixture, and seemed pretty textually amorphous to me most of the time. 

So, I forged my own way of approaching this portion of the course. I wrote the recommended personal artist’s prayer (a task in one of the early chapters of the book), and incorporated creativity into my personal spiritual practice as a central tenet.

Takeaways
Did TAW creatively unblock me?

As a person who is suspicious of every self-help and personal improvement book I’ve ever heard of, stumbled upon, or been force-fed, begrudgingly I have to say yes. I do actually feel freer to explore my creativity through painting and writing than I ever have before. 

I used to be scared into submission by fear of failure, or get down on myself for being lazy. Now I find it easier to forgive myself when I need to step away from my canvas or computer and recharge my batteries. I also find it easier to push through fear. If I fail, so what? I start again.

I still do The Morning Pages, though my dedication to rising at 5am is less religious than it was while I was taking the course. I’ve kept a journal in some form since I was 10 years old, but my journaling method moving forward will be forever changed by this practice from TAW. I will, however, allow myself to go back through my entries and drag them for creative raw materials.

Also, if I ever get a chance to take the course again – perhaps in retirement, or if I ever become self-employed through my artistic pursuits – I will be sure to go on every possible artist date.

Recommendation?
If you’re a creative person with aspirations toward improving your output, or if you’re feeling stuck and unproductive in your creative practice, I recommend The Artist’s Way. You’ll get the most out of it if you actually treat it like a 12-week course and do as many of the exercises as you have time for. 

If you’re not a very spiritual person, I recommend you suspend disbelief if only to devote time to meditating on the source of your creative impulse. While Cameron’s message is a bit confusing at times in this regard, I just gave myself permission to be flexible with it and do what I wanted.

Ultimately, you pick a path that feels right for you and stick to it, and if you find it leads somewhere you didn’t want to go, don’t beat yourself up. There are a million more ways available to you. I think that’s what freely creative people are better equipped than most to see.

Tuesday, February 6, 2024

Home Safe

accursed dutiful consciousness this
is a last gasp against familiar fists
burning wielding recognition’s power
screaming wolf and waving flags for hour after hour
while any hope of change or progress stalls
control is born inside of four safe walls

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