Doing is Not My Grain
by Ashok Sharda
The foundation of my non doing
Is stronger than my doing
Reinforced by my lethargy
Boredom and dreaming.
In the absence of the element 'active'
I am just a spectator, helpless
My wanting to do, ends up
Invariably in an happening
Doing is not my grain
I will try my hand at undoing
Posted on 07/22/2006
Copyright © 2021 Ashok Sharda
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Junemarie Roldan on 07/22/06 at 03:32 AM|
Such a clever little piece, and my sentiments exactly.
|Posted by Jared Fladeland on 07/22/06 at 04:05 PM|
Hmm. I like it. It reminds me of Nietzsche (who, although I don't really read all his work, was an immense influence on my view of reality has something completely fragile). Undoing is a very powerful tool
|Posted by JD Clay on 07/23/06 at 03:04 PM|
One leading to the other leaves reason to doubt our haplessness indeed, action being the operative word. The difference between getting there and being there, eh!
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 07/23/06 at 04:11 PM|
Maybe physics has something to do with this, but more so, it is the metaphysical sense of the will struggling against itself. I echo Wendy's comment, because you always make me think about things in life in a new light.
|Posted by Tony Young on 07/24/06 at 04:45 PM|
What can I say Ashok, well done ?...
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/25/06 at 02:22 PM|
This sounds an awful lot like me, until I get fed up and depressed with my non doing, and take action on any number of things, then satisfied, the cycle repeats itself.
|Posted by Christel Crews on 07/26/06 at 04:49 AM|
in the undoing, you are doing :) hehehe.. great write!
|Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 07/29/06 at 11:58 AM|
Intensity of nothing, by not doing, does so much. Passivity can be so much more than activity. Reminds me of what Tolstoy said: Great men like Napolean, are in fact powerless to affect the way history happens. A profound truth and a great way of writing it.
|Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 08/01/06 at 04:01 AM|
Ha! You've just pinpointed every writer I've ever met. And eloquently so, I might add.
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/10/06 at 02:39 AM|
As usual, you provoke me... to examine myself and my own doing and undoing. I do sometimes feel very undone... usually when I have been concentrating entirely too much on doing. Wonderful creation, my friend. With much gratitude for your un-doing, Glenn.
|Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 08/21/06 at 05:26 PM|
so thought provoking. undoing is the bane of our culture, well, western culture, anyway. the expectation is that we are always doing, going, contributing. as an artist, i applaud the undoing! and, what is undoing? it could be the perceived laziness, as described by lethargy
Boredom and dreaming...these are the petri dish for fertility. in the moments, days, or months that we stop, we rest. we OBSERVE life's details and take notes, we file them away for future endeavors. we gain perspective. we refuel. we store our energy for more output. more creative expression. go against the grain, indeed, and undo. unplug. unmake. take it all apart and put it back together in a new way, when you feel like making/doing again. PK
|Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/13/06 at 10:38 PM|
Actually, undoing is much harder than doing, but your focus and intent is shimmering in your poem with true possibility. A worthy enterprise, and well set out here-- only one with such a "foundation" can go against the usual "grain" and accomplish this kind of task. Knots are made even without knowing, but the untangling-- that is the real work!