Spent a blissful two hours in the library study room today away from family, chores and the evil, distracting internet! It's been so long since I've written a poem that I'm at that 'staring hopelessly at a pristinely white, blank Word doc page' point. I know through past experience that when the poems come, keep writing them at all costs because it's the regular poetry-brain activity that keeps them coming. Once that part of my brain goes into hibernation it seems to take ages to coax it back out again. However sometimes life (and laziness) just gets in the way. So here I am, all clogged up with poems to be written but as yet unable to access them. Please, brain, unclog soon...
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Part of the problem will be the post-book thing. The book represents a full stop in your writing. If I have been following you correctly you fear writing the same poems over and over again but where to go from here? I feel much the same after finished that last novel. Six months have passed and I haven’t started anything else. I’ve kept busy – always busy, busy, busy – but no big new project. The poetry comes when it comes. I’ve never tried to force poems out which means I don’t write so many these days but I’m generally happy when they do come; poems are special. Referring to our exchange on Facebook just now, have you ever read any Elizabeth Smart? She’s one writer who successfully manages to blur the line between poetry and prose. I struggle with her personally but she is intriguing.
you're right, post-pamphlet fears are very much a part of it, jim.
I've never read Smart but I remember coming across articles on her By Grand Central Station... and thinking I'd really like to read that.
There are copies on Amazon.co.uk, new, for a penny plus postage.
thanks jim :)
It's an astonishing book. I've read nothing else like it.
makes me all the more curious, colin!
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