hijacked attention

oh my god
leave me alone
please, just let
the air cleanse
itself of sound…
my attention
is not to be hijacked
at your every whim…
I’d like to have
an afternoon
of nothingness,
of some kind of internal bliss,
of sacred unperturbed ness
my thoughts, they gurgle — 
I need Pepto for my brain…
it’s the sound outside
clashing with the curse
of your incessant cries,
your barrage
of foolishly petulant whys
and the chorus
of hate-filled diatribes…
I can’t take it
it’s too much nonsense
for me to process,
a flood of obnoxious
streams (no, sludge)
of heavy consciousness,
somehow housed
outside your dense
and impenetrable skull…
I need a fence,
no a wall, or a barrier,
a shield, something
to protect my mind,
to prevent the theft,
this constant larceny
of my attention

“My imagination functions much better when I don’t have to speak to people.”― Patricia Highsmith

Garbage Notes:

When I wrote this I was having a hard time finding enough uninterrupted peace in order for me to get my work done.

The biggest enemy of the writer is interruption. Once you find yourself in a good headspace, you have to protect yourself from the little things that nag at you and could steal your attention.

I know it sounds kind of anti-social, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with asking for some peace and quiet from those who are around you. If they respect what you do, then it shouldn’t be such a complicated thing.

It should be acceptable to ask to be left alone once in a while, especially if it’s to do something very important to you. Your very livelihood could be at stake.

It’s a shame, but it’s truly hard to find spaces where people won’t infringe on your attention. There’s sound and chaos everywhere. There’s distracting technology everywhere. There’s noise everywhere.

Whether you’re out in public or even in spaces that should be more low-key, like the library or bookstores, it can still be tremendously difficult to secure yourself some serenity.

And of course, not everyone has a home environment that is totally private. It’s a real battle sometimes.

Anyway, that’s what I was going through at the time I was writing this poem. I was facing a few too many annoying interruptions that were keeping me from being the writer I needed to be.

The best words come out when there’s comfort, quiet, solitude, and peace. I always find it easier to write well when the storm outside can be kept at bay. That’s when the creative storm inside can be brought to the surface.

Anti Void

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