Twitter Me This, Mar. 30 2011

So recently, a friend was telling me that I need to get up on Twitter.  And though I've had an account for a few months now, I can't bring myself to consistently post these tweets (that's what they're called right?...lmao).  But today, an idea came to mind, that I'm going to stick with for the next month or so, and post it here, under the title, Twitter Me This.  One tweet a day, about whatever I feel like tweeting about.  Right now, I'm wondering why tweet doesn't show up in my spell-checker.  Suddenly I remember that birds have been tweeting for years.  And so, I digress.

Here's the first tweet:

A tweet a day keeps my thoughts in play:  Mar. 30  Within all these crazy dreams, lies all that happiness, waiting for me.  Still dreaming!

If you like, you can follow me on Twitter here:  http://twitter.com/#!/theRarePoet

 Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet

Finding That Space

The very idea excites me.  Reorganizing my current space in order for it to serve a greater purpose.  I need the area in which I spend most of my time and efforts to function and feel like it is properly accommodating me.  Currently, it feels like too much junk crammed into not enough space.  Because most of my writing takes place in my bedroom, there are usually some distractions that come into play.  Writers are often people who have minds that are easily sidetracked.  I think it comes with such a vivid ability to connect with the imagination.  Often our minds innate ability to branch off onto a tangent benefits us.  But when it comes down to actually accomplishing something, this talent often leads to procrastination.

For the last 4 hours, I've been dallying from one corner of this room to the next, picking up multiple things that have garnered my attention, and attending to interests I found it hard to ignore.  But at 2:00, I said I was about to start writing.  This post, and the one that proceeded it, is all I have been able to write so far.  But I've tracked items on eBay, read countless internet articles, reorganized my clothes hampers, and sent several personal emails during that same span.

The need for your space to reflect its purpose is not one that is monopolized by writers.  Everyone wants to be in a place where they feel they can get something accomplished.  I think the key is to know that before the physical space can fit your needs, your mental space must do so as well.  Which means I have quite a bit of ways to go before I can feel at ease.  It begins by reorganizing the dressers and desks of my mind.

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet

Picture It, Rare (Mar. 30, 2011)

Unfortunately, I haven't consistently posted this segment of the blog.  But I'm back at it again.  Still awaiting some interesting photos from others (email them to me, along with your name and location:  therarepoet@yahoo.com).  But until I get some, I just post ones I've come across.  Hopefully, you enjoy.

Just a few of the images that caught my attention.  As I often note, I do not own the rights to any of these photos.  I just hope the owners are not opposed to the idea of sharing.  (If needed, I will gladly remove any photograph.)  Enjoy your day, everybody, and remember to try to picture it rare.

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet