boring boring boring

I hate things that are boring. grinding.be is pretty boring right now, from a conversation perspective. I keep returning only because it gives me a good excuse to spew small amounts of writing - which is good practice. I haven't been good at writing since I started doing more photography (which my brain just wanted to write as "alphebetting" - clearly crosswired). It seems maybe I can only do one at a time? I used to do some integrated stuff (This is just a nightmare being an example - though that's other peoples words).

I like this poem. No, I didn't know about Pinsky from Stephen Colbert. An old friend sent me this when I needed it badly. I posted it to my MySpace blog, but I will probably forget about that blog pretty quickly...

Samurai Song - Robert Pinsky

When I had no roof I made
Audacity my roof. When I had
No supper my eyes dined.

When I had no eyes I listened.
When I had no ears I thought.
When I had no thought I waited.

When I had no father I made
Care my father. When I had
No mother I embraced order.

When I had no friend I made
Quiet my friend. When I had no
Enemy I opposed my body.

When I had no temple I made
My voice my temple. I have
No priest, my tongue is my choir.

When I have no means fortune
Is my means. When I have
Nothing, death will be my fortune.

Need is my tactic, detachment
Is my strategy. When I had
No lover I courted my sleep.

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