I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Loved the liminality of being both the writer and the reader, letting one take the lead while at the same time the other stays present. Feels so natural, a joining rather than opposing. I also related to this, "You have been taught how to read and write and the inner well is officially declared illegal. The natural source that allows the reader and writer in you to fully cooperate has been bottled and labelled. Sold back to you at a ridiculous price." God this rings true! It is the waters we are swimming and do no even know it! Yep - Great piece!
“Bowels don't give a crap about reasoning. It just comes out at some point. Every breath you exhale writes the world. Even the unspoken thought is busy shaping the sentence. Writing is not a choice of yes or no. Only how. You express yourself either way.” — beautifully put :)
It's something I perceive without being able to express it well, but here goes:
We have this drive to create. Life happening all around us distracts, so instead of creating, we absorb it until we can't ignore that inner drive any longer. So we start our journey. More distractions, more inflow, more turning that into outflow, until there we are, holding the magic elixir in our minds. We put it down on paper, but it has changed us. We rest briefly, but must now try in vain to resist the next quest.
So there you go, writers. You're all heros.
But in some ways, this post-solstice interstitial feels like gathering our resources for the next push. Like a feedback loop, almost.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Loved the liminality of being both the writer and the reader, letting one take the lead while at the same time the other stays present. Feels so natural, a joining rather than opposing. I also related to this, "You have been taught how to read and write and the inner well is officially declared illegal. The natural source that allows the reader and writer in you to fully cooperate has been bottled and labelled. Sold back to you at a ridiculous price." God this rings true! It is the waters we are swimming and do no even know it! Yep - Great piece!
Such wonderful words, Bertus.
I really enjoyed this.
Especially this bit:
“Bowels don't give a crap about reasoning. It just comes out at some point. Every breath you exhale writes the world. Even the unspoken thought is busy shaping the sentence. Writing is not a choice of yes or no. Only how. You express yourself either way.” — beautifully put :)
Why does this sound so much like the hero's journey?
Can you say more, Virginia? I am curious about the connection you see.....
It's something I perceive without being able to express it well, but here goes:
We have this drive to create. Life happening all around us distracts, so instead of creating, we absorb it until we can't ignore that inner drive any longer. So we start our journey. More distractions, more inflow, more turning that into outflow, until there we are, holding the magic elixir in our minds. We put it down on paper, but it has changed us. We rest briefly, but must now try in vain to resist the next quest.
So there you go, writers. You're all heros.
But in some ways, this post-solstice interstitial feels like gathering our resources for the next push. Like a feedback loop, almost.