Ryan Muddiman - Singer-songwriter-poet
  • birth.
  • words.
    • poems-unanchored lyrics >
      • sliver
      • gift
      • In Your Way
      • List of Demands
      • a portion of a thought of a glimpse of a moment of a mystery
      • ...not in the...
      • heal
      • ten years + old
      • How Long Might An Hour Be?
      • Dead Folk Are Funny
      • NY
      • Fall.Rise.Fall.
      • truth
      • eulogy/anagram
      • Center
      • Spiritual Striptease
      • differ
      • A Glass For Wine?
      • All My Greatest Works
      • I Want - I'll Take
      • A Season Of You
      • soles.
      • Deluge
      • Seeds
      • Words
      • Emotional Fallout
      • Cradle And The Noose
      • I Search For Tragedy
      • Will It Be A Real Page Turner?
      • Seeds Of Karma
      • I Tried To Give You Up
      • Lament
      • Lofty Thoughts Linger
      • Sleepless
      • Ghosts, Bullets, And Pills
      • Bleeding For Peace
      • At The Corner Of 8th And God Street >
        • I
        • II
      • Dancing
      • Love is a Ghost
      • Birds
      • A Curious Anomaly
      • Losing Time
      • Πολλοί άνθρωποι (Polloí ánthropoi)
      • Thirty Years
      • The Tall Grass
      • Black Rings
      • To Drown
      • Humming
      • Notastrokebutlife
      • For Buk
      • Skin Prison Suffering
      • Faces
      • A Love Affair
      • Knowledge Never Sought
      • Since The Fire
    • poems-anchored to song >
      • Lover Goodbye
      • Damn
      • Strange And Beautiful
      • Never Let
      • Burden
      • Novel
      • Don't Forget To Feel
      • Silent Blue
      • Song For Tyler
      • Humble Resolve
      • God III
      • He Said, She Said
      • In Spite Of All
      • Forever's Too Long
      • Scab
      • Lying
    • on writing >
      • Burial of Self-Delusion
      • Every One of Us
      • Letter to Self 9-1-15
      • On Exile
      • Filthy Whore of Demand
      • Music is
      • In This Moment
  • music.
  • elements of truth / press.
    • City Beat Magazine - Interview be Ezra Waller
    • City Beat Magazine - Interview by C.A. MacConnell
  • images-moving and still.
  • reaching out
  • death (BUY ME).
  • New Page
  • In This Moment
Letter to Self 9-1-15

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Don't write for writing's sake.

You'll only come out on the other side feeling used by your compulsion. Write when either you've sought and found her, or she found you. All else will have been automated prefrontal cortex slavery. And no artist wants to be a slave to the need to create. A slave to the muse, perhaps, but not the need.

Creation of art is a tricky mistress. When it's time, you'll know. T'hell with the yardstick of comparison. T'hell with the self-inflicted-burden of quantity. If it matters, it will evolve. Anything else is just a dance. And not that I don't like the idea of dancing with a lover, but when you drag that lover around the dance floor, it's only puppetry - and no one believes in illusions. No one has faith in a ventriloquist to be a visionary.

Your life is not short, contrary to the status quo belief. You're life is long. And there will be time to descend deep into the workings of your innermost person. Anything else is disingenuous.

Time is your friend.
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Sleep and write another day.

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