when you can’t find words of your own, borrow. list out a string of them that don’t make sense. precious ocean tidal arc i beg i dream i beg again feel it on your tongue: language forming, symbols budding. sometimes there are thorns sharp as cold water. — the lulls the hums of vowels twisting eventually… Continue reading from 3/16/2015: channeled meditation for finding poems/words/songs
It’s a critical viewpoint, bordering on cynical, I know. I should be praising these writers who show up to the page for NanoWriMo. Afterall, they’re making progress. They’re committing to their work. But I just can’t ignore that there’s something fundamentally wrong with this approach.
Stripped of your ego, the confines of this body, the self’s listless desires, habits and needs, what are you, really? The essence. The scent beneath the senses. The immaterial you, master of shape-shifting, lover of spaciousness and form. Can you give yourself a color? A material? Are you silky? Matted? Splintered? A quilt of painted… Continue reading Considerations of Self for Non-Fiction, Fiction, and Poetry
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