The Quiet & the Chaos

It’s been both a very relaxing and highly chaotic week. I enjoyed a short weekend writer’s retreat run by Lit Literary, a literary community organization run by poet extraordinaire Krista Cox. This inaugural weekend retreat in Harbert, Michigan, was a minute’s walk to the shore of Lake Michigan in a large and comfortable house along with 6 other writers. In addition to beautiful beach time in the sun and the sunset (which has finally arrived in the Midwest), we were treated to three delicious meals a day (cooked by Krista), craft talks, quiet writing time, impromptu readings, a visual art workshop, and good conversation. It was a productive and soothing weekend for me – thanks to Krista for organizing and being such an accommodating leader.

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The chaos has taken many forms related to everything from teaching 12-year-olds in May to personal stressors. During the chaos, as always, I reached for music as a way out. Here are a few of the lyrics that stuck with me this week:

from The Decemberists “Sucker’s Prayer”

And so I got down on my knees
I made a sucker’s prayer
A grim bode of Baudelaire…
Seriously. The sound in “grim bode of Baudelaire” is intoxicating. And nerdy. And it also is the perfect I’m-feeling-sorry-for-myself-and-don’t-care-who-knows-it song. And since the album also contains songs like “Everything is Awful,” it fed my melancholy perfectly this week.
from the chorus of The Wombats “Turn”
I like the way your brain works, I like the way you try
To run with the wolf pack when your legs are tired
I like the way you turn me inside and out
I like the way you turn
This is my new favorite alt-pop song from a band I really like. It also has great lines like “You could give an aspirin the headache of its life…”
from “Blackout” by Frank Turner
“Are you afraid of the darkness?
Well, I’m afraid of the darkness, too.”
A slightly political, we’re-all-in-this-together confection with a catchy chorus. I usually like my Frank Turner with a bit more edge, but this song is growing on me.
Sometimes I am afraid of the darkness, Frank. I do try to run even when my legs are tired, Wombats. And Decemberists, although I sometimes I may feel like “I want to throw myself into the river and drown,” nothing is ever as awful as it seems.

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