Art and Envy

envy

As someone who currently pours countless hours of time and energy (for better or for worse) into creative expression through music and writing and learning how to advance and improve related skills, I often find that ego and envy obscure my ability to fully appreciate the art of others.

I am not sure if it’s due to lack of self-esteem, a competitive nature or the blinders of inspiration but it is challenging to absorb a stunning painting, an impassioned poem or brilliant movie without being distracted by thoughts of “Why didn’t I think of that?”, or “I am going to go home tonight and write that, only better!”

It’s a shame, really.  Getting in my own way of appreciation of what others’create is shortchanging myself in the process. Does anyone else experience this kind of ego-centered thought pattern when engaging with other peoples’ art, or am I the only prick in the boat?

If so, that’s okay I kind of like my own company.  There goes that ego again! 😉

Grumpy Gorman

Still Corners – Lost Boys

There are boys
Like fading coals, lost souls
Switch blades in tribal ways
There’s good and evil in their eyes

Lost Boys
I love those Lost Boys
Lost Boys 
Where are those Lost Boys?

They’re so lost in love
They’re so lost in love

There are boys in the twilight zone, alone
Saints with sins and heroines
There’s good and evil in their eyes

Lost Boys
I love those Lost Boys
Lost Boys 
Where are those Lost Boys?

They’re so lost in love
They’re so lost in love

The Joy of New Socks At Christmas

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One of the ways I know I am getting old is in my adoration of receiving new socks as gifts at Christmas.  As a child, there was nothing more heinous than tearing into a cracking present wrapping to find a fun-pack of three pairs of tube socks.  Nothing confirmed Santa’s disdain for our yearly behaviour portfolio than boring old foot gloves.

In present day, the anticipation of receiving new wooly socks to replace my current worn holy abominations is exciting and kindles warmth in parts of my body I had forgotten existed. Will they be patterned or striking black?? Will they feel like silky cloths against my rough feet or will they snuggle into my toes like little foot blankets?? Oh, I hope that Santa can look past my shenanigans and tantrums over the past year to bring me the one gift I truly want – SOCKS!!!  The one gift that allows me to appreciate the marvels of the world, one cushioned step at a time.

Thank you for reading and all the best!

Grumpy Gorman