I was too restless to sleep, so I cracked out the pen and paper and wrote down a line from a song I was listening to, and thought I'd draw something related to it. But I didn't.
Instead I started a mandala, but soon lost any semblance of order as the lines started to escape the original pattern. Following life, I now realize.
Now that I look at it again, though, maybe it's not so much lack of discipline, but an irresistible force - after all, it's spring.
Sing we for love and idleness, Naught else is worth the having. Though I have been in many a land, There is naught else in living. And I would rather have my sweet, Though rose-leaves die of grieving, Than do high deeds in Hungary To pass all men's believing. -Ezra Pound
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
undisciplined
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i wish i had something this pretty to show for my insomnia this week! i like your mandala a lot - it's much more inspiring than discipline.
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