We sing to the find the beauty, we fight to find the song

I wrote this in a comment on another blog recently. I decided to jot it down because it was speaking to me, rather loudly. Sometimes I push the words, and sometimes the words push me. These ones made themselves known across a fleeting precipice of my imagination meeting up with my thoughts and starting a fire.

When you think about it, this whole writing thing is such a tenuous matter. The nuance of what goes into a piece and what should be removed would seem, on the face of it, to be akin to tooling around under the hood- just a matter of nuts and bolts and gaskets. Except, writing is sort of like tooling around under the hood and somehow building a Hemi that is capable of space travel.

This line I wrote left me ponderous. This line whose particular sentiment can be easily explained as an emotional response to a post I was reading about the tragedy in Florida last week. And so, okay . . that’s the why of it, but that can’t explain the how of it. How is it that those words showed up in that particular moment? That’s what turns me on.

A writer’s brain feasts on the scrabble, never knowing what they might gather from the voices in their heads. Our imaginations are a natural disaster of the real and the unreal, the known and the unknown, the here and now and the never was. And from this feast we cull and carve and oftentimes, cry.

I like to think we’re communicating with the cosmos when we feast on the scrabble and make sense of the voices and sublime our imaginations. We step inside whole new worlds without ever leaving our feet. And sometimes we find a simple line that makes us wonder aloud. The song and the fight, all wrapped up in this beautiful mystery.

The not knowing is what’s lovely.

83 thoughts on “We sing to the find the beauty, we fight to find the song”

  1. I love this! I often feel like the words don’t actually come from me; I’m just the instrument. I don’t think this for grandiose reasons, I think the universe talks to anyone who will listen. And we all play our part in delivering a message.

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    1. KD,

      What a great comment! Uh . . . YEAH!!! Sometimes after I write something, I read it back and it makes me feel like when I’m driving somewhere and I zone out and then I’m there! You ever do that? lol.
      Nah, there’s nothing grandiose about it. Mystical, yes. Beautiful, absolutely!
      Keep on doing what you do . . .
      Peace

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      1. I do that sometimes with writing but I do it almost always with art. I can be working on a piece of art for 12 hours straight, only to realise, when I’ve come out of it, that I’ve completely neglected my bodily needs. It’s a trip.

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      2. An artist as well? I love it! Artists are such great company. They just get it.
        And 12 hours? Straight? See? . . Artists, they just have this other gear that I love learning about.
        YOU are a trip. A delightful one.

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    1. You crazy rabbit! Nonsense! You have a beautiful voice!
      And hey, writing to find yourself IS the greatest gift, in my humble opinion. The writing IS the thing, for me. To center me, to afford me a peace I do not feel otherwise.
      Thank you for the lovely comment

      Peace and writing

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  2. This whole writing thing is indeed a tenuous matter. And reading other peoples’ writings makes me ponder my words even more. There are times when stories write themselves and others that are such a struggle.
    I feel I am still trying to find my voice. I dunno. Even in my little Friday Fictioneers stories of 100 words, it is mostly just me, sharing a part of my experience. Hardly ever fiction, truth be told… Then I read people like you who actually have something to say and then I wonder what the hell I am doing here in the first place.

    And yes, I have had those moments where I end up where I am driving to with no notion how I got there – and no, was not drunk!

    By the way, how do we know which of you miscreants is writing, anyway? As a most new follower of your’n… 😉

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    1. Quebec!
      Okay, that matter of who is writing. It’s Marc. Linds B wrote Champagne Girl for her beautiful lady. When such a thing as love comes along, it can be inspiring. But Linds B, like you, tends to doubt how very gifted she really is at this writing thing. And so, to the two of you, stop thinking so much and please keep writing. Because I love your writing(s) and I am happy when I read you. And most of all, because you have a truly beautiful voice when you write.
      Imma post this comment by its lonesome, lest it becomes a rambling mess that might require chapters . . .

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      1. Quebec! Yeah… that’s where I’m from … so, is that my new nickname?
        I figured it was you, Marc(o) but as this is the first piece of yours that I am reading, (and not a wonderful exchange of comments) I wanted “for to make sures” 🙂 .
        I am going to go read Champagne Girl so I can read the difference in your styles.
        And, thank you. I will keep on writing then! With such encouraging words, I’d be a fool not to…

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      2. Yep, it’s your new nickname! And please, Marco would be awesome. I love it when people call me Marco. It reminds me of when mi abuelita called me Marco as a boy.
        First piece? You’ve read more than that Quebec. And yes, a wonderful exchange of comments is what always happens!
        Encourage Linds B! I think she tires of me telling her how talented a writer she is. I am blessed to call her a friend.
        Same with you!
        🙂

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      3. Cool. I’ll take it. And how do you like them apples? I already took to calling you Marco after I went and snooped on your “Miscreants” page.
        And sorry… first piece where I was an official follower. How’s that? Why else blog if not for the exchange that happens (when we’re lucky enough to elicit a response).
        I definitely will. That piece was absolutely beautiful – man, to have someone write a piece about one like that? There may be a spit of envy in there 😉 Love the love of youth!
        And yes, it is important to have friends of every age. I have some in their 70’s (don’t remind them) and work with a bunch that I call my ‘kids’ who are in their early twenties.
        What else has Linds B written?
        I shall probably spend part of my day stalking your posts, now…

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      4. Linds B has kept her stuff very private. This blog came about as a way for me to get back to writing, to really feeling it. And so it was a conversation in which Linds B talked about putting her stuff out there that made sorryless happen. It’s not easy, but she has time. And friends who love and believe in her.
        My friends, like my fatherly faces, run the gamut. Linds B is early twenties, my pal Gus is seventy and some. And all those peeps in between as well. Age isn’t as important as the connection.

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      5. OK. So, most of the stuff on the blog is yours, then.
        Keep encouraging her. She has what we Frenchies call, Une belle plume…
        I love that. I think it’s what keeps us open-minded and alive to have friends of all ages.

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      6. Linds is an old soul. I so enjoy our Cuban sammy adventures. And truth be told, sometimes you would wonder who is the older person when we get together over food and drinks, lol.

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      7. Haha! That made me laugh out loud! Interesting… usually they will say a sensual person is often also a good cook… Can you imagine one who is both? Whoa…. 😉

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      8. Yeah but cooking IS a sensual act as far as I’m concerned. Unless you’re Gordon Ramsey. I mean, that guy is a master chef and I love his stuff but he’s as subtle as a sledgehammer in the kitchen lol.

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      9. It absolutely is. And why I love it so much. All the senses are involved and for me, a way to show my love.
        He’s an ass. I’ll take Jamie Oliver over him any day!

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      10. Which is how we became fast blog friends. When all else fails, food channel. Although, I don’t like all these game show food shows. I switch to YouTube when I have. They have some great food shows on there.

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      11. My turn to be back from my walk. I don’t run 😉

        Absolutely. I almost never watch FoodNetwork now. We have a lovely channel called Gusto which has no competitions. Well, other than the MasterChef, which I watch because I pretend that MasterChef Canada accepted my application and I am one of the participants 😛 And I still like Iron Chef – even the new version of Gauntlet.

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      12. Love Iron Chef!
        Welcome back from your walk. Ain’t nothing wrong with a good walk. See? You’re abiding by the writers code that says walking is good for the creative senses.

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      13. There ya go… Didn’t get my 10K steps in – a mere 5,380 but it was slushy and I did end up climbing a hill, sinking in below the tops of my boots. Fun. Not. So I’m thinking more calories were burned 😉 My story and I’m sticking to it!

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      14. You da best! And the day ain’t over, and frankly, I do not carry my phone with me at all times so there have to be a good 2K extra steps over your donation to be added. I have a two story house and spend my time going up and down and then down into the basement for whatevs…

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    2. Hi Quebec (again),

      I probably could have wrapped this up inside that first comment, but I wanted to speak to you directly, as far as your thoughts on writing, yours.
      You’re a joy. You’re a piece of writing I look forward to. You provoke thought, you incite rebellion (now and then) and you inspire. Your being here, on WordPress, makes this place feel like home.
      As for the driving thing, I do it more than I care to admit! And no, never drunk.
      Thank you for your lovely presence here. It always makes my day!

      Peace

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      1. All good, Sir Marco – the speaking directly, that is. I kinda like it.

        Jeez… How much of my stuff have you read, anyway? We are “new” to each other… thanks to Frank – he’s fabulous, isn’t he?

        And, for you to know the Strumbellas, well, ya have to be Canadian too, eh? What neck of the woods do you hail from?

        I am trying to write more but damn. Life gets in the way. Young adult sons, household crap, preparing to sell said house, trying to decide what I want to be when I grow up – you’d think by 53 and 5/6 I’d know by now…

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      2. We are always learning, lol.
        I’m 51 and yanno what? I thought I would be scared crap of 50, but nah. I dig it actually.
        I found the Strumbellas on Pitchfork and instantly fell in love. I’m a Bronx (NY) born boy who loved Quebec when I visited as a boy. My musical crushes run the gamut.
        Write when you write. And yes, we are new to each other’s writings, but it’s like that person at a party you instantly gravitate to and just chill with. Sometimes the connection just happens. Glad it did.
        Sir Marco? You mean . . . I was knighted? lol.

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      3. That we are!
        I’m loving the 50’s, quite frankly. I feel no longer the need to put up with nonsense. Though that doesn’t mean I can’t have lots of fun! Became a widow four months before turning 51 so, after a period I deemed appropriate to mourn (still miss him but life is too beautiful and must go on) I decided to go out there and have me lots of fun.
        Da Bronx! You know… I’ve been dying to go visit that area – has become quite the foodie destination, ya know 😉 As if you don’t…
        Hmmm… maybe now I will have a personal tour guide when I finally get there…

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  3. “Our imaginations are a natural disaster…”
    Mine certainly is. Probably more disaster than natural…
    Maybe I prefer writing when ideas just jump into my head. But I do hate when that happens at inconvenient times… like while driving or in the shower. But maybe I like the words that I struggle to find, too, because when I find them, I feel like I’ve achieved something amazing. I probably haven’t… but it feels like a hard-fought win.
    Lately, I’ve been struggling more than I’ve been writing. I haven’t been truly proud of anything I’ve written for quite a while. And the fiction… I love writing fiction, but I’ve totally lost that voice. I don’t know what happened to it… I’ve written fiction since I was a child… and I miss it. That’s where I can truly get lost in my imagination. I think reality has a hold on me lately and it won’t let me escape…

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      1. Well… I’m only a mean nerd because I don’t care about Spiderman and Captain America. I think that’s the only reason. Right? Other than that, I’m as sweet as a lollipop. 🍭 (Where’s my halo?? 😇 Oh there it is…)

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  4. Artists attune to the collective unconscious. I heard a great radio interview with the guy from the Grateful Dead the other day (sorry I dont know his name) but he was saying the intellectual property rights are a stupid concept as none of us own ideas or creativity which comes as a gift to us desending or rising up in us or upon us and then taking us away. I have experiences of reading back things i wrote years ago and going Wow ! where did that come from? I have reams and reams of what I call channelled writing. At one point I just wrote all day in my PJs when I was in a breakdown and there was amazing stuff that came through from what seemed like another source. We dont own any of it we are merely channels for a lot of it and then some comes from our wisdom, pain or suffering and may be an externalisation of stuff trapped in our body. : See John Lees book Writing from the Body. Hugs… great thought provoking post.

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    1. I do believe we channel these things from the mystic. I do. And that mystic is borne of spirits who are talking to us.
      This sounds crazy to some, but I believe we communicate with spirits when we are babies. You every watch a baby stare at something intently? Like uber intently? I believe we are tuned into the spirit world at a very young age. It’s only with knowledge, and with being told such things are ‘make believe’ do we remove that connection. It’s sad, really.
      So . . combine that with our pasts, and it creates quite the potent combination.
      And absolutely right on about all that intellectual property business. EVERYTHING is shared, experienced, remembered and re-invented. I agree with that.
      Thank you for such thoughtful comments, and thank you for the book recommendation as well!

      Peace

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      1. Shutting down is shutting out the infinite possibilities within us. And you’re right, we’re taught this. We’re always in such a hurry to get somewhere that we tend to forget the journey.

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  5. “A writer’s brain feasts on the scrabble, never knowing what they might gather from the voices in their heads” that line tho. The honest to goodness truth of it…. sometimes the words, thoughts and ideas are all over the place. I can only hope to get them down before they are off again. I’m often glad no one else resides inside my head haha

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  6. Words – sometimes we struggle with them – other times are choices are profound worthy of serious pondering. Sometimes those words are spoken – other times written – …. and some of the best are mere thoughts that are never recorded. But when all is said and done, words matter.

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    1. Frank,

      Sometimes there are no words. But I’m thankful when there are. And yes, I have experienced this thing you speak of where I think of something whilst running or doing something and poof! It’s gone before I have the chance to jot it down.
      Mostly, I try not to flesh out an idea unless I have a notepad or my laptop to transfer it to. Too many thoughts flooding my brain make me anxious.

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      1. I had this story idea floating through my brain yesterday during a run. The run sucked, it was just one of those bleh run days where I never felt great with it so I actually ran longer. So the story idea went from a subtle whisper to a scream before I finally rid myself of everything but the surface.

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