Lesson 2 Start Seeing, Invite Curiosity Into Your Life

THE CREATIVE SUPERHERO

1. Watch the video.
2. Write in your workbook the first 3 to 10 things you remember seeing in the video (no wrong or right here).
3. Extra: watch the video a couple of times (try it with and without music, see what changes for you).
4. The rest of the day: look around with Alien eyes.
Look as if it’s the first time you see it. What is it? What could it be? Scan for colors, texture, size…

https://youtu.be/zC-UJUGD_WM

 

In this second lesson, you start Super Sensing your Superpowers. Starting with your eyes. Seriously the fact that we can see is breathtakingly amazing, don’t you agree?

We look all the time. But how often do we really see? When we do, we actually see the dust in the sunlight, the many colors in our own eyes? Go check ‘m out now. Marvel at your own beauty.

 

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.
III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?
VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.
IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.
XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.
XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.
XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
– Wallace Stevens

“Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” from The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens. Copyright 1954 by Wallace Stevens.

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