perhaps the truth depends upon a walk around the lake —notes toward a supreme fiction
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
seeing
Posted most of the new work and some older, but barely revised,
work at the private blog. It's a curious sensation to put the poems
there, leaving me with the mini-sensation that the work is in some
kind of completed state -- lulling me. But I know there's
work to be done.
I'm clearing space in my head and, poem by poem, I see and see again
the crevices, the rough places that must be made plain, the plain
places that want messiness. Oh it's all a walk on the wild side.
And a brain shift is necessary. So many words, so little time.
Sometimes I want them to just go away.
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It's good to have those words captured, right in front of you. Your openness and attentiveness will shuffle the words you have there, waiting to swirl into place. I find just walking up the hill clears my mind, lets the rhythm of steps impose its own beat, lets the landscape whisper.
You're right Chris. And after hunkering down with 1 or 2 poems I see again that there's possiblity. My pessimism fades and the work of shaping language into art takes over. Such is my process...a back and forthing (sideways too). And a walk as you say definitely can help!
Yes, "back and forthing," as with all things. There is balance, and always possibilities...
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