Back in happier times, when the weather was warm and Hillary Clinton was still in the running to be president, I wrote the First of the Season post for Cancer:
This is a rebellion through the power of imagination, the belief that art transforms human nature into a livable world. Whereas the Enlightenment treated people as a whole, as abstractions, the age of Romanticism turned its focus away from object study towards the study of life as each individual interprets it.
Regrettably, I never truly got around to celebrating the power of Romantic art and poetry during Cancer season in the way that I had hoped to. June/July was a super busy time for me, as I started at a new job and re-adjusted to life back in Boston.
I think right now, though, I am desperately in the need to celebrate something that transforms human nature into a livable world. I am struggling to reach the end of this semester, which has been particularly grueling. I am still grappling with the election results without much success. I am currently facing both personal and professional disappointment on a level that I am unaccustomed to and very sad about. I don't want to get into it; what I want to do is transform it into valuable art.
"Read poetry every day of your life," says Ray Bradbury for Zen in the Art of Writing. "What poetry? Any poetry that makes your hair stand up along your arms. Don't force yourself too hard. Take it easy. Over the years you may catch up to, move even with, and pass T.S. Eliot on your way to other pastures. You say you don't understand Dylan Thomas? Yes, but your ganglion does, and your secret wits, and all your unborn children."
This quote taps directly into why I have always loved poetry; it could give a fuck about sentence structure or proper articulation or logic. Poetry cares about your gut and your inner unknown self, those desires you bury deep and the futures you haven't seen. Whether you're reading or writing, as long as the poem tugs at something suspicious and tender within you, it has done its job. You don't have to know what it means.
I have been feeling particularly uninspired recently. And I could attribute this to a number of things: stress, business, etc. But I don't want to make excuses right now because I miss the process of creation, and I'm sick of feeling the pressure to produce a level of "perfection," whatever that means, every time I want to make something. One of my favorite Internet People, Nathan Zed, illustrated this frustration really nicely in a recent YouTube video:
As he says, some of the best advice you can give to someone who has writer's block is just to create something every day. Even if you think it's trash. Because if you keep pushing the stone up the hill just to let it crush you on the way back down, you never get anywhere. (Yeah, that was a Sisyphus reference. Get @ me, mythology nerds.)
So, in conclusion! That's what I'm going to try and do. I'm going to make a concerted effort, here on out (and keep in mind that I'm already posting this super late into Sag season so I'm not off to a gr888 start), to write and draw and design and just create as much as possible. And even if I think it's trash, I'm going to post it cause what's the point of a community-driven website if you can't share, right?? (I'm not going to say I'll post every day, though. Because it's finals week and literally who am I kidding.)
Let's harness the characteristically unbounded Sagittarius energy to get on our fuckin' ponies this month. Let's get shit done. Productivity gang we out here 👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽