Television Kills Inspiration, news at 11

Well, I guess by now you can tell that I am feeling some things. This is an interesting time of the year to a creative person. Some will be filled with warm thoughts and pleasant memories, and it’ll come out on the paper. Others are tormented this time of year, and it will come out on the paper. Then, there are those who are half way between both, and inspired by neither. That would be me! I am feeling some things over this holiday about world peace, brotherly love, and the world community, but I am having a hard time getting it out. I think that during this time of year I shut down some emoticons  and have a hard time getting in touch. The good news is that I have so much more on my emotional plate than just the holidays, that I can still spew out a poem of some worth; probably nothing I’ll like in the long run. But for the most part, I’m a dry slate.

I also think that one thing, no, I know that one thing that kills my ability to create poetry is the television. I am starting to hate television with a passion, but yet, for some reason I can’t seem to stop watching it. I think that my mind has become so conditioned that it likes to be lazy, and just sit there and do nothing, just receiving the emotional responses that TV creates. It is like free stirrings for the mind, with no effort. It takes all of my emotions – my emotions is what creates most of my poetry – and grinds them to a small pebble. Even talking about it makes me angry. Hey wait, that’s an emotion! I think I am going to go and write about how much I hate television!