Pieces on the luxury and curse of boredom
“That’s where the dark shadows are.”
Me and Boredom by Wendy
We don’t fit well together, I get restless, mischievous even
My mind wanders, a bit like my Germanic name sake, Wendy to wander.
I wander in my mind, think of crazy things like why is a tree called a tree.
What is the purpose of lettuce?
Why does only one nostril run and not both together?
Then I get tired of that game and find myself thinking of things I can do, anything will do really, apart from housework, cooking or washing,
I mostly find myself going outdoors, I like the outdoors, rain, hail, snow or shine, pottering in the garden or sitting in my shed, cutting logs for the fire or generally just messing, this often leads to tea and biscuits, a sit down thinking of what to do next, a project maybe, a bit of bird watching a bit photography or even just closing my eyes and seeing what I can see, pictures from my memory,
Place, people, things.
After that I feel quite content, comfortable, safe, ready for whatever next comes along, and then my boredom is gone.
Boredom by Paul
Boredom, the Oxford dick defines boredom as a noun, well not much to go on with there.
other than the word is a derivertive of bore,
I don’t realy call it boredom, more like fedup
or just couldent be botherd.
is boredom the mind screeming out for stimules and nurishment in the same way as other orgens in the body making demands such as hunger, craving susternance, taken in the shape and form of mince and dumplings.
or chocolate such as smarties buttons the perfect solution to deal with hunger ,
so what will overcome boredom or do we need to overcome boredom,
or is boredom a demand the mind makes alowing us to have a strole along a sunney beach on a cold miserable monday morning sitting at the office desk in a wet november,
Boredom, could this word be somehow be conected to the old victorian religous saying idle hands do the devels work.
Boredom dose not sit well with me, the efects can be devestating I will take to the drink in a collosell format knowing full well that I have un done progress then flung me into my self ito painting on a scale wher by I neglect my self .
forrgeting to eat, wash, were cleen cloths the only thing i can focus on is what is happening with the paint on the canvas..
I struggle with Boredom. However I have developed my own formuler , and that is to place myself in the comfort of friends and familly to play music and paint with fun in my hart it has worked for me this year so far and its been a crap year for me.
The Symptom by Peter
My Boredom is soaring.
Nothing to do is
Perhaps I should do
something to stop me
Am I lazy or just boring?
Things need to be done
this is alarming
Can’t just sit around
Perhaps a walk will be
nice, it may even be
Unemployed in every sense by Spencer
Hello darkness my old friend.
I feel completely on my own. No friends, no family.
Where on earth has all my success gone?
Everything I did went well and now it’s all gone.
I’m sick to death of being talked down to.
I know more than they know.
Have you thought about this?
Would you consider that?
Yes man! Of course I have. Christ almighty.
Nutcases talking about visions of Satan
and the need to respect boundaries.
Look what I’ve achieved. You’re nowhere near it.
That’s where the dark shadows are.
Arrogance and unacceptance of why I’m here.
I’m bored because I’m unemployed in every sense.
I’m bored of this life.
But I find these things easy to write.
I don’t really feel this way.
It’s just the face that I keep in a jar by the door.
If lost, we’ll meet beside the church by Hannah Humphries
When boredom strikes, I crouch behind a wall.
There is no joy, no stretch above, beyond.
The hours groan; no laughter to recall;
no loving hugs from those I class as fond.
Some say that boredom, in the moment, can
be joy. I wonder, ponder, count the hours –
too long; there’s time to buy an astrakhan.
Feel joy by sitting still. It can empow’r.
And now, joy does seep through amidst the gloom;
a flower seen, a meal remembered; Greece
in sunny times; the thought just makes me swoon.
We’ve known no views, no sun, no summer’s lease.
Greek islands show their beauty steeped in blue.
We always say, if lost, let’s meet beside the church –
a dome, white walls, cool resting place – the view
stays in my head – no matter how I search.
We are all lost. Here is no church nearby.
We’re in a storm at sea, between two ports.
Where will it end? Fair winds are needed now,
some-one to steer the ship, just as she ought.
So, beauty comes from joyous thoughts, some boredom too.
Let’s search for both, then meld to something new.