Thursday, January 22, 2009

The prodigal blogger

Hello all. I've been out of my head for a long time. I thought about getting rid of this blog over and over all year. However, I am glad that I didn't. I had a good friend write a letter to me that helped me out. So, I am going to start posting again. I won't be faithful and do it everyday or anything. But it can't be worse than I've done over the last year.

I have gone in a different direction at work. I am not seeking to be a concept artist, or a figurative artist. So, filling a sketchbook hasn't been at the top of my priorities. I also have wonderful children that make it not seem so vital at home. However, for my personal sanity, I am going to be sketching more. I will even start posting sketches again (which was kind of the point of this blog in the first place.) It won't be the best, but I don't care. It is something I want to do. "Sketch Practice" is also going to become more of a metaphoric title for my blog. Sure I will put actual sketches in, but it will also be a place to put all my thoughts and other items of interest in my life. I am going to start using it as an outlet. Sort of a cathodic way to keep contact with the world. So, as a start I am going to put in a poem tonight. I have been using poetry as an outlet also. I've made it a goal to write a poem at night before I go to sleep. This is one of them from the beginning of the month. I'm not a professional. However, yet again, I don't care. This is for me and my sanity. If you don't like it, tough cookies. If you enjoy it, great. I don't bother putting on titles. So don't look for one.

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What more can I do,
when I've done all I can.
I try once, I try twice,
I try it again.

I've pushed myself further
than I ever should go.
But it's never enough.
I've got nothing to show.

I feel helpless, and hopeless.
I just don't have the power.
I keep straining and stretching.
I grow more tired each hour.

I do my best and fail,
but still I press on.
What kind of madness,
makes me continue this long?

A little voice whispers,
and reminds me again.
It's all about the journey,
no matter the end.

So tired as you are,
just look how you've grown.
You can keep fighting,
and rolling this stone.

You may not see progress,
in distance or length.
But look at your muscles,
and look at your strength.

It's not where you get to,
but what you become.
And once you are perfect.
Only then are you done.

No matter the distance,
The growth is the key.
I don't care about awards
I just want you like me.

It won't matter the trophies
you'll compare with the rest.
I just want to see that
you gave it your best.

-Henry Elmo Bawden (1/7/09)
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I'll continue to write poems, put up sketches, and maybe I'll include some short video's and sound bytes of music I am writing. It all depends on how I feel on any given day. The point is, I will start posting and keeping contact. If you enjoy this stuff, great. If not, just check back in a week and maybe there will be something different that will be more appealing.

Sorry again for not posting in so long. Thanks for checking me out again though.

-Henry