How to Live

Emulation of Charles Harper Webb’s poem “How to Live”


Eat lots of cookie dough

and new foods that look strange, different than

what you are used to.

 

Laugh with your sister on the floor

during the ungodly hours in the morning

or in the afternoon or late at night.

 

Find a best friend that is able to understand you

better than you understand yourself. One who

knows what type of ice cream to bring you

when it’s needed and when to back off.

 

Keep a journal.

Not, as something to write out your most

personal feelings, but as something to

confuse the world when you die.

 

Read everyday; articles, fiction, poetry.

Try to understand it, but don’t beat

yourself up if you can’t.

 

Find your passion in the small mundane things.

Walking the dog, coffee from Tim Hortons,

and long road trips.

 

Don’t apologize for being yourself,

don’t hide behind a mask, and

don’t be an asshole.

 

Be grateful for everything in your life

good or bad, we all have things we wish to change,

so try to change them, but if you can’t let them be.

 

Push past your boundaries,

swim with sharks and turtles, float in the ocean,

look at the stars someplace far away from the city,

make up your own names for the constellations.

 

Listen to your favourite song on repeat

till you get sick of it, then one more time to

spark the love again.

 

Take long showers with hot water till the hot water

runs out. Watch Netflix for days. Go for a run every once

and a while, no one is watching you, I promise.

 

Recognize that everyone struggles in different ways,

and most people don’t show their lives on their sleeves.

Accept them for it anyways, they’ll try and accept you too.

 

Kick life in the ass.

Love authentically.

Smile for the camera.

Die with grace.


The inspiration for this poem came from looking at Charles Harper Webb’s poem “How to Live” that he did as a response to Sharon Old’s quote “I don’t know how to live.”

We did the poem in class at the beginning of the year and I wrote something right off the bat that I didn’t love but I knew that I wanted to do something with. I feel like this version describes what living means to me more than the first one did, that said, I think the amazing part of a prompt like this is that it can constantly change to what living means to you as you grow as a person.

 

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She Was Beautiful

She was beautiful,

Like stars in the sky.

Yes,

She was beautiful.

 

She was a product of self judgement

And media perspectives,

Manufactured each morning,

To destroy

The traits she’d rather not have.

 

She was beautiful.

Like flowers, fresh

And free.

But at the end of the day.

A flower is the most beautiful lie.  

 

The inspiration for this piece came from a quote writing journal activity activity that we did in class as a warm up one day. The original quote was by Arkaye Kierulr and her piece called “For Example a Flower”. I got inspiration in the lines, “For Example: A flower is the most beautiful lie.” In class we had been looking at spoken word poetry and had just listened to one that discussed media and body image. The ideas that were talked about really had hit home for me, but not in the way that I was going to be able to create something following a similar direction. However, when I got this quote, themes of a lie being presented through beauty was the first thing that went through my head.

I think that majority of our world is obsessed with looking being the person everyone looks at when they walk in the room. In reality, it’s not important like people think it should be, yet it has become a priority in most lives. People are becoming manufactured, we are becoming products of our environment, so that we make perfect versions of ourselves. Yet, the world has learned how to hide things from others splendidly well to the point that if we don’t like it we can just erase it. However, beauty like this is a lie, made to help people portray themselves in the best light possible. The only flaw with this is that humans are supposed to have flaws and quirks, and making them go away altogether goes against human nature and tends to set off a warning signal in others heads. Something seems wrong.

To me, people are set on looking like they have their lives together even when they don’t. This idea of manufactured people behind the looks and actions, though they might seem perfect, aren’t always as amazing as them seem, which is what I’m trying to get across in this poem.

 

Image: http://www.flowermeaning.com/narcissus-flower-meaning/