Wednesday Wisdom: Salman Rushdie

Salman Rushdie

“Go for broke. Always try and do too much.
Dispense with safety nets. Take a deep breath
before you begin talking. Aim for the stars.
Keep grinning. Be bloody-minded. Argue with the world.
And never forget that writing is as close as we get
to keeping a hold on the thousand and one things–
childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams,
instants, phrases, parents, loves–
that go on slipping , like sand,
through our fingers.”

~ Salman Rushdie ~

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The Challenge

If the poet seems to be posting more infrequently, she lays total blame on the end of the college semester, the overflow of homework, and the terror of finals, which continually encroach upon—ultimately destroy—her free time. Until the end of finals, any poetry posted may seem desperate, determined, optimistic, and occasionally fatalistic. She offers her sincerest apologies, and has no idea why she has suddenly taken to speaking in the third person.

 

Where do you start? Right where you are.

What do you use? The tools that you have.

What do you do? The absolute darn best that you can.

 

It’s the job half done

That gets pushed to the back

No one remembers

The work that’s all slack.

 

If you’re going to push

If you’re going to strive

You better give it your all

If you want to survive.

 

There is no try

There is only do

Don’t stop halfway

See the whole thing through.

Dead Sprint

You think you’re through

You think you’re done

Stop kidding yourself

You haven’t begun.

 

This is but the start

Of a marathon

You thought sitting was hard

Now try to carry on.

 

It’s a long run

And a flat out sprint

Duck your head

As you charge the wind.

 

One more step…

A race is only strides

One step right after the last though

Your lungs are burning inside.

 

So keep on running

Carry on and don’t quit

Duck your head down low

And charge into the wind.

 

Your head is pounding

In sync with your feet

Just keep running

Don’t give up or admit defeat.

 

Life isn’t a ray of sunshine

Beaming over a daisy field

It’s more like a marathon

Run with blinders and all uphill.