Im not one of lifes natural writers, by that I mean writing doesnt come easily to me, I so often find it a chore. I can do it and for some bizarre life-reason its what Ive ended up doing. I thought Id always be and stay actor not a performance poet although my poetry is a lot like theatre. Suppose what Im trying to say is, this whatever this is, just happened. I didnt seek it out. Even though I find the writing bit difficult I suppose I like it, no I do like it. When it works theres nothing more beautiful in my life. Im glad I moved from one place to another. Like I said, it just kinda happened and Im really glad it just kinda happened that way. It means I have complete creative control over what I put out. I really like that, love it. What I like most of all is when you and what youre working on gel, so often it doesnt. Its a weird organic, emotive intellectual frisson that buzzes like love-electricity when you sense youre getting it right. Its a relationship between you, language and intention. if like me your intentions are often outside the malleable box, it such a lovely feeling finding the malleable lid that just might fit said malleable box. I did that today and it felt great. I felt like I knitted the series of books Ive been working on together, that the original idea was always a great idea. I re-felt the path of the idea and can feel myself treading nay tap-dancing on it. I got that Im onto summat feeling again and Ill be honest, it felt just wonderful. I very nearly gave up on this book, threw the towel in as it were. So bloody glad I never. Gx
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 20:05:02 +0000
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