Tree and White Mansion

I had forgotten it: writing (non- &) creative or otherwise can start anywhere, anytime. “Also While you were Sleeping?” You Schmendrik! NO, I am not joking, you Dirty Dr Vitzebold...not really. Going for Blip every day revealed that to me. I had forgotten that you can take some piece of paper and a pencil, any pencil. Now you can write! You really do not need anything else.

Keep the place where you are, savour The Moment, focus on Being who you are to Become in “complete” Emptiness and Open yourself up for anything to come up & through. Go on deep breathing. If Nothing Works, Laugh Loudly, try Anything to continue your block by moving in lateral direction. And write that down. Even if it means Nothing, it might feel relieving..or releasing.

Oh yes, I have waisted a lifetime by thinking or complaining that vital conditions for starting writing down a poem, or a journal, or a letter, were not fulfilled. That was very much stupid self deception by neurotic procrastination. Because I did read already years ago about death-camp experience of survivors: how - by risking your own life and that of others - to fetch or steal pieces of toilet-paper and pencil (or charcoal). In order to be able to write a letter, a piece of journal, to draw a sketch of a companion, in deep secret.

Half a year ago, in September, we visited a small but very impressive exhibition on the prison-camp-notebook: journals and drawings of a French medic, Camille Deletang, who survived his stay in hell by writing and drawing. I remember how we stood there reading the pages of that journal - retrieved many years later - written in a very meticulous way, almost anxious not to miss any small detail of prisoners daily life.

So, again, this is what writing a BlipJournal etched back into my soul: NO Need for sighing, complaining about whatever circumstance or disturbance, tiredness, even if it is already late in the evening and that you should be sleeping...Sorry, no excuses: here is that small notebook, pick a pencil and welcome any thing that traces down the streaming of your imagination. Or follow an Oblique Strategy: ask someone to pick one of your photos of today, at random: Hey, what do we see here? A black and white...A Building and a Tree, Picture taken Oblique, why?