“Who are you, Martin Eden? he demanded of himself in the looking-glass, that night when he got back to his room. He gazed at himself long and curiously. Who are you? What are you? Where do you belong?” – Jack London (Martin Eden)
You belong with the legions of toil that must grub in the dirt for the sixpence. You belong with the legions that dare lift their eyes to contemplate the moon to substitute food for the dance of imagination. You belong with the vulgar and with the spirited being what carries the tinge of heaven in a smile.
You belong with all that is hard, low and unbeautiful, yet you dare live with the stars and make stardust trails. You belong by rights with the legions of strive, nevertheless in one corner of the mind there is an inverted eye that yearns for the lunarian shape-shifting beauty.
You belong by rights to creativity and labor. Creativity is vision or as Samuel Butler vanguardly put (almost two centuries ago): “When a man is in doubt about this or that in his writing, it will often guide him if he asks himself how it will tell a hundred years hence.”
Creativity is strategy. Strategy must vary as does the moon.
We are not so busy looking at the moon that we do not see the sixpence at our feet. Nor are we so engulfed in drudge that we do not see the sky. We’d better see the moon and the sixpence all at once. Our dreams and our toils should answer all our questions in the change of crescents to vanishing waning moons.
Art by Inma Gonzales Vazquez.
She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... On ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. On the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author for 5 Medium.com publications, Spillwords.com and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.
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bellissimo!
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Thank you!
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When I was a child a sixpence was often silver; we usually found one in the Christmas pudding. Now the ‘sixpence’ is devalued, of base metal and only 5 pence. So yes, we must look at the base ‘sixpence’ from time to time but always keep our eyes on the moon.
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I got the inspiration for the title from The Moon and Sixpence by Somerset Maugham, a book based on the life story of Paul Gauguin. A piece of art. As you say, it is devalued but it stands for something.
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J’aime beaucoup vous lire, c’est d’une poésie déliée qui prête tout autant à la réflexion qu’à la rêverie.
Je m’abonne et je reblogue.
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Thank you very much! My French is a little rusty, I can understand, but I am not able to write. Sorry for responding in English.
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English is a beautiful language too
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🙂
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Reblogged this on Shift2Drive.
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