All posts tagged: Writing

Muse of the Day

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty. Edgar Allan Poe, The Poetic Principle

Muse of the Day

Certainly, the terror of a deserted house swells in geometrical rather than arithmetical progression as houses multiply to form a city of stark desolation. The sight of such endless avenues of fishy-eyed vacancy and death, and the thought of such linked infinities of black, brooding compartments given over to cob-webs and memories and the conqueror worm, start up vestigial fears and aversions that not even the stoutest philosophy can disperse. H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow over Innsmouth

Sometimes, Life is Not Interesting

There is always extra pressure from my day job at the end of the year to hit certain goals, and at times it can feel exhausting. When it starts to feel overwhelming, I make a big warm drink (green tea latte today) and take a few minutes to myself before getting back to it. It’s been a huge drain on my creativity and desire to write. I’ve given up trying to fight that I have so many ideas and no energy to execute most of them. Lucky I am looking forward to a long holiday break to rest and get back into writing again.

Winter Mood Board and Inspiration

The Dark days and long nights of December have me thinking about the importance of light in during winter. From sunsets to starlight, light in all it’s forms holds extra significance this time of year. Candlelight is a part of many religious holidays with winter dates, and a general form of comfort. Zubair Ahsan’s poem The Moth and Its Beloved definitely captures my love of candlelight in winter. The music video for Apocalyptic’s Nothing Else Matters showcases a gorgeous winter sunset. The Moth and Its Beloved Zubair Ahsan, Of Endeavours Blue Ask the moth the beauty of the candle And it will burn without a confessionThere is a secret to its longing For it feels no fear or hesitation The moth is too much in love with the flame Yet it does not appear under the sunFor the moon’s light is far too feeble, and It gave up on its pursuit of the sun Just a sight of a candle is enough To remind it of its real belovedSo it settles for that candle in reach, Revels in …

Muse of the Day

The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes. Helen Bevington, When Found, Make a Verse of

6 Ways to Celebrate Krampusnacht

The first time I watched the 2015 film Krampus, I had a feeling the legend referenced in the film was not dreamed up by a Hollywood screenwriter. It just seemed too old world to be the product of a modern imagination. It turns out, Krampus, and the holiday dedicated to him, Krampusnatch, are part of holiday celebrations that orginate in alpine regions of Austria and Germany. Krampus is the hairy, horned companion of Saint Nicholas. Krampus is tasked with punishing misbehaving children with coal and bundles of sticks, while St. Nick rewards the well behaved ones with presents. Originally part of pagan traditions, Krampus was folded into Christian holidays and Krampusnatch is celebrated the night of December 5th, before the feast of Saint Nicholas. The characteristics of Krampus varies, but he is usually described as being hairy, with the cloven hooves and horns of a goat. He typically wears chains and bells, with a long, pointed tongue lolling out and bared fangs. For a period of time Krampusnatch celebrations were banned by fascist governments and …