April 20, 2K15
I hope you read authors or essayists or preachers or columnists who formulate words in such a way that rekindles a flame within you.
Maybe words are my solitude because I can take them at my own pace, I can gather them and skate in and around consecutive letters and difficult to swallow phrases with a sort of leisure and ease.
Fumbling around this world is an act only few are able to master. Walking around aimlessly is brilliant, because you take everything in, you see it all for what it is, you leave all bias views behind you, you make for yourself what is occurring. The really unfortunate part, is walking around aimlessly without stopping every now and again to appreciate, recognize and involve yourself with the parts of this world, with the moments of your human experience, that muster a new desire.
Immerse yourself with the act of walking around aimlessly every now and again. Allow yourself to look at people and creation without any sort of bias notion. Follow the inclination to find something more.
“Only those who are willing to look for what they want, will find it.”
Don’t be bored, sweet soul. Be moved. Be stirred.
This excerpt is written by Dinty Moore on what “flash nonfiction” means.
Through trying to pin down any art form too strictly is ultimately a fruitless exercise, I’ve come up with what I think is an apt metaphor: Imagine there is a fire burning deep in the forest. In an essay of conventional length, the reader begins at the forest’s edge, and is taken on a hike, perhaps a meandering stroll, into those woods, in search of that fire. The further in the reader goes, with each page that turns, the more the reader begins to sense smoke in the air, or maybe heat, or just an awareness that something ahead is smoldering.
Judith Kitchen has her own comparison, focusing on ice instead of fire. “I often use a snowball metaphor,” she said.
“You’ve got all this stuff out there called snow but when you gather it all up and really pack it together, you know, and you throw it off, there’s a sting. I think with these short pieces- even when they’re quiet and meditative- the effect is a little sting.”
Fire or ice?
Either way, the air changes-