mental pencil sharpening

I say I am awake. I got up around 10:15; late for many, but when do The Many go to sleep? I am awake, but it's not the prime hours of the day for me, the starter minutes, the limbering up orally, visually, aurally, et ceterally. I strive to be awake, to back up my claim of same.

But am I?

Who is?

I look around. Glance and browse with my eyes. If I were to close my eyes right now, could I name five objects in this room at this coffee shop, name five smells, five sounds, five textures? Could I describe colors, voices, fixtures, flavors, tastes, walls, floors, doors, customers, lighting, ceiling, temperature, odors, fragrances, air flow?

But who could? Who does such a thing?

To be fair to myself, and to anyone reading this (all 18 people), if I knew I'd be queried as queried above, I'd be able to practice my observation skills. I'd be able to sharpen my mental pencil, or mentally sharpen my metaphorical pencil. Something like that. I am confident I would achieve better results, as would anyone else.

Is it an acquired skill or a discipline, this acute awareness? Can anyone do it with practice over time? Are some people born with talents and powers and skills that aid and abet this adventure?

Detectives and priests. Writers and car salesmen (not gender-specific). Hustlers and thieves. Politicians and pontiffs. Pitchers and batters. Poets and magicians. Who among them exceeds at seeing/hearing/tasting/touching/smelling/thinking/feeling? Again, is it practice or innate talent, or a hybrid of all those things?

Are females or males better at this? I suspect babies and toddlers are the most advanced in this arena; they simply lack the ability to articulate it. Are some cultures better than others at it? Has technology dulled the knife of perception, the blade that cuts through the cloud?

So, you're reading this, and you say, So what? Who cares? What's the point? What's the big deal?

The big deal is the small deal. The small deal is the only game in town. It doesn't take a meteorologist to know which way the rain is falling.  

I want to know enough to get away from the train on the tracks. But I don't want to know so much that I can't tell the difference between a train and a titmouse.

entitlement

What's your favorite title?

Monologues in Stereo 

Failure to Thrive

Doors Shut Wide

Burying the Dead, and Others

 

cinematic sinema

 Sometimes sparks fly, they just do:

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sub rosa

Under the rose. Above the dirt. Across the great divide. Beyond the pale. To hell and back. For better or worse. Beside me. Under the rainbow (somewhere). Below standard. From here to eternity. On the brink. To the front. In the back. After the fall. Against all odds. Through thick and thin. Before time immemorial. Despite all evidence to the contrary. Along the watchtower (all). Above the fray. With malice aforethought. Over the top. Without scruples. Among thieves (thick as). In the beginning. During this time. Toward the end. Around the bend. On behalf of. Since forever. At the mercy of. To have and to have not. Under the watchful eye of. From the storm (shelter). Down the rabbit hole. Between you and me. Except us. Within these walls. Upon second thought. Beneath contempt. Up the river. Under the table. Until then.