The BLUGH: March 12, 2025
“Your input determines your outlook. Your outlook determines your output, and your output determines your future.”
TO BE HONEST WITH YOU!!!!!!!!….??????>>>>>>> It’s been hard to come up with BLUGH content lately. See “BLUGHless inbox on 3/19/25” for reference.
Like, life is happening, don’t get me wrong, the clay is there waiting to be molded into a beautiful BLUGH. But I’m just not feeling like I’m in a very output-y chapter of life. I don’t know if that is ok, but I am going to extend myself a wee bit of grace and say that it IS ok. I LOVE CREATING IN ANY FORM AND I THINK WE SHOULD ALL AIM TO USE OUR CREATIVE MUSCLES. But I have just not been feeling it lately. But the input? I’ve been a consumption monster lately. I actually kind of feel like I did in the pandemic. Just a lot of content that I keep gobbling up. Some is great/good/healthy and some is straight up junk food for sure.
Been watching The Pitt. It’s incredible. So many people are talking about how amazing it is and I have nothing more to add. I love it.
Been reading!!! There’s SO MANY GOOD BOOKS. Currently reading and have not finished A Well-Trained Wife. TOUGH read but she is a really captivating author. Stay tuned for full endorsement (or lack thereof (but I’m pretty sure there will be an endorsement (this book is great))).
Junk content includes and IS limited to MOTHERFLIPPING TIKTOK. JUST like in the pandemic. I was a Tik Tok maniac Q1-Q4 of 2020 and I am back at it again. Some stuff is good/funny! But also my brain is melting!? Everything in moderation.
So anyway, there you have it. Out here consuming. Hoping to fill the pond. Per JC (Julia Cameron!!!!!!!), “In order to create, we draw from our inner well. This inner well, an artistic reservoir, is ideally like a well-stocked trout pond. We've got big fish, little fish, fat fish, skinny fish — an abundance of artistic fish to fry. As artists, we must realize that we have to maintain this artistic ecosystem... we must learn to be self-nourishing. We must become alert enough to consciously replenish our creative resources as we draw on them — to restock the trout pond, so to speak.”
Also, just to clarify, I do not limit creativity to the arts. Creativity is problem solving, planning a fun birthday for a loved one, coming up with a fun weekend plan, IT’S MANY THINGS. Just wanted to clarify that.
Ok well this BLUGH has been incredibly long for the topic being basically about how I am having a hard time with output LMAO. I truly have no excuse!! I just need to sit down and write!! If nothing else, I could write about what I’m NOT writing about, like this wise-ass (jk I love this poem a lot actually).
The Poems I Have Not Written
John Brehm
I’m so wildly unprolific, the poems
I have not written would reach
from here to the California coast
if you laid them end to end.
And if you stacked them up,
the poems I have not written
would sway like a silent
Tower of Babel, saying nothing
and everything in a thousand
different tongues. So moving, so
filled with and emptied of suffering,
so steeped in the music of a voice
speechless before the truth,
the poems I have not written
would break the hearts of every
woman who’s ever left me,
make them eye their husbands
with a sharp contempt and hate
themselves for turning their backs
on the very source of beauty.
The poems I have not written
would compel all other poets
to ask of God: “Why do you
let me live? I am worthless.
please strike me dead at once,
destroy my works and cleanse
the earth of all my ghastly
imperfections.” Trees would
bow their heads before the poems
I have not written. “Take me,”
they would say, “and turn me
into your pages so that I
might live forever as the ground
from which your words arise.”
The wind itself, about which
I might have written so eloquently,
praising its slick and intersecting
rivers of air, its stately calms
and furious interrogations,
its flutelike lingerings and passionate
reproofs, would divert its course
to sweep down and then pass over
the poems I have not written,
and the life I have not lived, the life
I’ve failed even to imagine,
which they so perfectly describe.
Then. Now. Always?
Consumption Monster
Me.