Reflectograph (procrastiflection?)

Photographs of

(beach) Sunset.

Family. (on a beach)

Colour. (photograph taken in a beautiful Sauble Summer moment)

Reflecting more colour

and Word/Thought Processor,

all occuring within the busyness of Toronto, school,

and an OCD approach to systematizing

what the heck we learn.

I don't know why I have to systematically point out the beach references there, because it totally takes away from the list poetry. Sunset. Family. Colour. But part of the poetry is the fact that all of these photographs incorporate beach in some obvious or not-so-obvious way. Part of the OCD approach to systematizing what the heck we learn takes away from the poetics of it all. Part of the poetry is the fact that this OCD approach to systematizing what the heck we learn is a beautiful process.

I guess it would kind of be like writing a list of everything you need in order to properly enjoy a day at the beach. Systematizing what we've learned in the past: that big heavy book won't be useful (or enjoyable), make sure you wear (and bring extra) sunscreen. But part of the beauty of the beach is the haphazard way the colours (life!), scribbled in crayon on kraft paper tablecloth at a birthday party (remember the horseradish mayo surprise? eugh), just happen and work out. Poetically. Beautiful process.

It's been a good semester (**not quite over yet...just procrastinating a little bit...).

The list-lover in me would like to take a systematic approach to it all. I tried this, from an academic perspective, and sort of succeeded. (Yes? No?) Although, that approach tried to incorporate it all, in a systematic sweep of every part of this semester--and there's just too much to cover. Like trying to sip water from a firehose. Like trying to fill up a very large sheet of paper with a very fine-tip pen (which will run out long before the task is completed--energy depleted).

Energy depleted. Where the fine-tip pen could have been used to write a few poetic, symbolic words instead of filling a very large sheet of paper with a firehose volume.

Maybe, after all, we just need to work on our KISS skills?

(keep it simple, stupid)