guest showcase

Someone said “The best writers are the best readers.” Words are powerful. They have the ability to capture emotion, put time into each frame of second, explore the realms of other worlds, and explain this one. Words are what people take for granted, what often times can be the simplest form of expression, or maybe the most complicated. But we give and take this power. For we can control how these words hurt, harm, heal, and honor. And so we forget this.

Writer’s block hit my last year harder than ever. My words no longer eloquently dripped from each finger. Gliding across the page, documenting each move, each expression, each memory. The lost of such has given me new insight and appreciation. Helping me become… a better reader.

And so I open my blog up to highlight, showcase, and recognize others writings. Here are the details…


I will do a bi-monthly feature/guest showcase. It will be one person/one group. I will give a review or my personal comments on the writer and the piece. Any background details, or links to personal webpage, or blog need to be sent prior to my post.

If you are interested: Send no more than 5 pieces to: joskidiesel@yahoo.com. I will read, reply, and pick one to post. It can be any form, structure, or format. The length should not exceed the necessary depth of the piece. Meaning: Please keep it to a length that you would pay attention to and defer from.

I look forward to reading how words can be manipulated, used, abused, and glorified in order to magnify another meaning…More information about the specific dates/deadlines for each month will be posted soon...


Thanks.

JR.

Where does Writers Block come from?

So yesterday I was asked, “Where does Writers Block come from?”

First and foremost one must not look at writers block as something negative or positive, but as a state of being that is. Whether necessary, asked, appreciated, or acquired, it’s a place of void that slows or disables artistic creation.

So… is writers block a place of void or just simply a break? Is it a necessity for growth or a writer’s worst enemy? Does it fluctuate depending on purpose, emotion, or tool of expression?

Is writer’s block an inability to express emotions or simply a lack of emotions to express? One can argue that writer’s block has nothing to do with emotions at all.

So with that does the ability to express change with the tool of expression? Is writers block different from when a painter is not motivated, or a musician is not feeling the music around them? What is art? Is the act of creation enough to be art? Or does art need to be back by emotions, expressions, and feelings in order for it to feel substantial? And if creation enough encompasses art, then what is the relationship between lack of creation (writers block) being a state of art.

Some express that writer’s block is merely a transition period, a point of reflection, regression, progression, evolution, growth, or change. But if that is so, then what are you leaving and where are you going? Or does neither matter.

As one brother put it, writers block is “The lost of truth in your words. The moment you become untrue is it the moment in which words protest your pen.” Now, this to me seems like a personification of writing. As if writer’s block is the voice for the art. Speaking loud and clear: damn I am over worked; under paid, bored, or just simply something is not aligned. Writers block is the catalyst for truth and clarity to be found.

In questioning the void and absence of the art you begin to question the purpose of its existence. And not just place the value of each word as a factor in creating perfect sentences, but actually molding or changing someone’s thoughts and thinking. If my ability is snatched away at times when I dare not ask or expect, then of course I want to question why it is not there when I think I need it.

So is writer’s block simple a nomad. It comes and goes based on its own freedom, and inclination, not on life, emotions, tools, expression or growth.

Does any of this even really matter?

CardiaArrest

I will be going away for a while.
I haven't decided when or for how long.
It's not a vacation, a business trip, or a family retreat
Release report. Nah scratch that.
Well regardless of the title of my affairs,
I will be back soon. One day soon.
And no shit I am not sick
I am not dying
For I am already dead inside
Apart of me.
This is a trip of resuscitation.
Yes, many are trained in CPR
I understand that you may be able and even more willing.
However, I am too far gone for those techniques.
I need those electrical hands strapped over me.
I have been in cardiac arrest for sometime now.
Nothing a little passion, love ,and science can't heal.
Unless it's just my time. vacation time.
Aint this some bullshit.
The doctor tells me, the surgeon is on stand by.
Recommendations of possible open heart needed to heal holes left by silence and separation.
Attempts at my life while trying to heal my soul.
With no fucking insurance, I am trapped.
Clogged arteries, full of ease, daily routine, but no literary relief.
Doctor's fee charged to knowledge and growth I guess.
Hopefully the bill collectors get the memo.
That's always plan B.
But for now, I prefer internal retreat.
Cleansing meant for only me.
My ink will be resuscitated.
At dawn!
More morphine please.