A while back, I shared a video called Growing is Forever, which I had seen on another blog. It moved me so much that I became a fan of the video's creator. It is now my pleasure to bring another of Jesse Rosten's magnificent films. (Although this one came before Growing is Forever, it just goes to show that Jesse has been doing great work for quite some time!)
I just think this is such an ingenious idea, as well as excellent production work. Enjoy!
Cart - The Film from Jesse Rosten on Vimeo.
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Um, Yeah....Good Luck with That (Awesome Repost #15)
Just when you thought you'd seen the most ridiculous....you get this:
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
courtesy of Morgan Farruya (here), who I completely agree with. I'd expect
this on some CIA Level 4 shit, not Tinypic!!
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
Life is a Texas Hold 'Em
She tells me that life is a gamble.
And frankly, I agree that it's true. You take what you're given from the start, and slowly risk your way into everything. The best schools. The highest paying jobs. The hearts and minds of those you think are the prettiest or the coolest. Too often, it's all about the bluff. Most of the time, it's not what you have, but what you make people think you have that actually wins the pot. Manipulation has a role in almost everything, and certainly in success.
She said given the hand she's been dealt, it feels like all-in since the beginning.
This is where it's cool to have friends who are writers. They speak different. Say things that have such t-shirt appeal. Although I was impressed by her observation, I quickly had to remind her that nobody promised she was playing in a high stakes game. Some lives are meant to be boring, more penny ante game with good friends than a seat at Harrah's, the whole world watching, with the Main Event on the line. And that's enough for most people. The average mundane existence: a 9 to 5, a bed, family, friends, bills, amusements....the regular life.
I guess she tells me these things, because she knows that I get it. My soul sees average and runs for cover. I want to slide all my chips across the table, reckless and uncaring, with a smile on my face. I want the spotlight shining on me, a collected look hiding the nervousness beating in my chest, as I utter those three seemingly magical words.
"I'm all in."
And I want to win. No small pots that I'll blow covering a few big blinds. I'm talking about the prize at life's final table: unadulterated, lasting happiness. Poker analogies aside, I believe this is what we all want. A fabulous life that will make us happy. At least, until it's over.
She tells me that life is a gamble. I think she knows that I understand.
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
And frankly, I agree that it's true. You take what you're given from the start, and slowly risk your way into everything. The best schools. The highest paying jobs. The hearts and minds of those you think are the prettiest or the coolest. Too often, it's all about the bluff. Most of the time, it's not what you have, but what you make people think you have that actually wins the pot. Manipulation has a role in almost everything, and certainly in success.
She said given the hand she's been dealt, it feels like all-in since the beginning.
This is where it's cool to have friends who are writers. They speak different. Say things that have such t-shirt appeal. Although I was impressed by her observation, I quickly had to remind her that nobody promised she was playing in a high stakes game. Some lives are meant to be boring, more penny ante game with good friends than a seat at Harrah's, the whole world watching, with the Main Event on the line. And that's enough for most people. The average mundane existence: a 9 to 5, a bed, family, friends, bills, amusements....the regular life.
I guess she tells me these things, because she knows that I get it. My soul sees average and runs for cover. I want to slide all my chips across the table, reckless and uncaring, with a smile on my face. I want the spotlight shining on me, a collected look hiding the nervousness beating in my chest, as I utter those three seemingly magical words.
"I'm all in."
And I want to win. No small pots that I'll blow covering a few big blinds. I'm talking about the prize at life's final table: unadulterated, lasting happiness. Poker analogies aside, I believe this is what we all want. A fabulous life that will make us happy. At least, until it's over.
She tells me that life is a gamble. I think she knows that I understand.
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
Just Now, It Finally Hit Me
I think I've been sitting at a mental crossroad for about 3 years now. Since around this time in 2008, at around the same time I became unemployed. In that time period, I've applied for numerous jobs, tried my hand at selling Kirby vacuum cleaners, written numerous interesting blog posts, started 2 unsuccessful relationships, watched my son grow into the wonderful 2 year old he is today, lost my aunt, my father, and my uncle, tried to grow as a person, been extremely optimistic, and wallowed close to the realms of the depressed.
What I haven't done, until now, is seriously look at where I want to go from here, and why. Sure, I've scratched the surface. I've come up with half-formulated plans that had few chances for fruition. I've dreamed harder than ever before. I've written some amazing poetry and began some novels I am proud to call my own. I even finished one. And then, I've also written some poems that immediately got tossed into the trash. One novel I started was nothing more than a cheesy title and seven or eight words. It too got scrapped.
At the end of December, I started school. While it feels like such a slow process, I see the potential there. I contemplated moving to Maryland, which I still have in my mind to do. I've made some new friends and become reacquainted with some old ones. I've move from day to day, night to night, moment to moment, uncertain of what the next might bright, but for the most part, unafraid to live it.
Late last night, I was standing on my front porch, smoking cigarette # 5, 423 (probably an exaggeration, but not by much, since I have been smoking for over 10 years), listening to raindrops hitting the ground as a few dogs howled in the distance, something came to me.
For the past three years, I've been living in a hurry. So ready to get to somewhere, anyplace, anywhere but here, that it dawned on me. I've never really asked myself where I want my life to go. Or why. It's kind of like trying to get to a destination, without naming it. One of those exercises in futility. Well I'm tired of that frustration. I need some enlightenment. I need to see clearer. What do I want from my life? And why? 3 years ago, I wasn't even sure I wanted to know.
But now I'm ready to delve into those questions. So I can understand exactly what I want, and why I want it. Because it is only then that I can start trying to figure out exactly how to get it. And perhaps the greatest thing that I realized is that I don't need to figure this out by tomorrow. I used to get really upset, because I had reached a certain age and my life wasn't in the spot where I felt like it should be. Then, I'd look at other people who seemed miles ahead, and I'd feel worse. But then I started asking myself little questions. Why do I feel like this? Is there some law that says I have to be where these people are in their lives at a certain point in mine?
The resounding 'no' made me stop worrying so much. And let me tell you, it feels good to let some of the worry go. Here's to being your own person, and finding your own answers for yourself. I guess of course that means we have to learn which questions to ask. Luckily, a few of mine finally hit me.
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
What I haven't done, until now, is seriously look at where I want to go from here, and why. Sure, I've scratched the surface. I've come up with half-formulated plans that had few chances for fruition. I've dreamed harder than ever before. I've written some amazing poetry and began some novels I am proud to call my own. I even finished one. And then, I've also written some poems that immediately got tossed into the trash. One novel I started was nothing more than a cheesy title and seven or eight words. It too got scrapped.
At the end of December, I started school. While it feels like such a slow process, I see the potential there. I contemplated moving to Maryland, which I still have in my mind to do. I've made some new friends and become reacquainted with some old ones. I've move from day to day, night to night, moment to moment, uncertain of what the next might bright, but for the most part, unafraid to live it.
Late last night, I was standing on my front porch, smoking cigarette # 5, 423 (probably an exaggeration, but not by much, since I have been smoking for over 10 years), listening to raindrops hitting the ground as a few dogs howled in the distance, something came to me.
For the past three years, I've been living in a hurry. So ready to get to somewhere, anyplace, anywhere but here, that it dawned on me. I've never really asked myself where I want my life to go. Or why. It's kind of like trying to get to a destination, without naming it. One of those exercises in futility. Well I'm tired of that frustration. I need some enlightenment. I need to see clearer. What do I want from my life? And why? 3 years ago, I wasn't even sure I wanted to know.
But now I'm ready to delve into those questions. So I can understand exactly what I want, and why I want it. Because it is only then that I can start trying to figure out exactly how to get it. And perhaps the greatest thing that I realized is that I don't need to figure this out by tomorrow. I used to get really upset, because I had reached a certain age and my life wasn't in the spot where I felt like it should be. Then, I'd look at other people who seemed miles ahead, and I'd feel worse. But then I started asking myself little questions. Why do I feel like this? Is there some law that says I have to be where these people are in their lives at a certain point in mine?
The resounding 'no' made me stop worrying so much. And let me tell you, it feels good to let some of the worry go. Here's to being your own person, and finding your own answers for yourself. I guess of course that means we have to learn which questions to ask. Luckily, a few of mine finally hit me.
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
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