A Midsummer Night’s Dream
An artist’s take.
It takes a special kind of crazy to be an artist.
Wouldn’t you agree?
It’s a kind of crazy that can’t find its place very easily in college. You’ll know what I’m talking about if you’ve ever put off working on your next masterpiece because you couldn’t find the “time” or the “inspiration” for it. Inspiration is uncertain. Heisenberg would agree. Finding that passion, that artistic frenzy inside you…is like finding a stroke of crazy inside you.
so let me tell you about my kind of crazy
its a truly elusive thing, would you believe it?
it makes my veins go abuzz with a strange feeling
of being on the verge of something amazing
I tell myself it’s only a matter of time,
slow and steady, darlin’, take it easy
Inspiration shall find me anytime now
The euphoria will soon consume me
I’d be lying in bed in my old PJs
chasing thought trains to Alberta
and Santa Fe
dodging roadblocks and blizzards,
angry exes, the end of the world…
…until gentle sleep stops by to claim me.
The only time inspiration seems to strike you is bang in the middle of compres when you’re sandwiched between two courses you’re Av(-) in. Talk about inappropriate. You look back on all that time in college you were simply wasting away: zoning out for a few hours while listening to music, texting that chick who, let’s face it, is kind of interesting, movie marathons, DC tournaments… where did all the time go?
I never found that sweet spot of inspiration in college. While we were scampering behind
classes, labs, exams, fests, outings, and god knows what… somehow creating a piece of
art became secondary. Do you ever feel like that too?
So tell me about your muse, mister
paint me a picture with your hands, your words
your sweet summer song
what whispers do you wish to send her way?
what is it that makes her stubborn will sway?
tell me about your midsummer night’s dream
share your hunger, your bitter restlessness
the moon is our only witness
the night our only saviour
And my dream? My dream…
It doesn’t involve love potions
Of the Shakespearan kind
Nor does it hold any promises of
happily ever afters
It’s a damp fever on my brow
as I contemplate dear life
and a quick brush of my hand
as I tuck a tendril of hair behind
the soft contours on my forehead
as I try and try and try
How best does one express
a person? a place? a time?
Not a song
Nor a poem
Nor a picture
can capture an emotion so precise!
But with a damp fever on my brow
I contemplate dear life
With a quick brush of my hand,
I tuck a tendril of hair behind
The soft contours on my forehead
come together in a sombre frown
As I sit down to make a piece of art
And I try and try and try
But the sun has turned and, finally, Summer is here! And it brings with it the sort of inspiration that you can find only outside of the four walls of college. So consider this a plea to all the writers, poets, photographers, dancers, singers, painters…This summer: Make something new. Make something that is a little bit of you.
the warm breath of Summer
settles on my doorstep
I wake up to find my old friend
knockin’ at my front door
Every day he tells us a different story
of adventure in assorted details
He speaks of lands that birthed him
And all the oceans he overcame
He’s searching for a lil’ ol’ somethin’
As a souvenir, a reminder, a keep sake
A lil’ somethin’ only you can create
So if you did, what would you make?
Let the summer art projects begin!
[P.S., If you’ve written a poem or painted a picture, or taken a beautiful photograph which you want to share with a wide audience, send it to us! Just drop an email to firstname.lastname@example.org]