That which governs the dance

My stream of consciousness, as it were, was dammed by the other side of the brain: “What are you writing?” “What are you trying to say?” “What does it mean?” “What madness will people think overcame you?” All these questions until the madness was crowded out. The Self-Editor or the Self-Censor, call it what IContinue reading “That which governs the dance”

Full is, well, full

I needed a few more hundred words on the subject of freedom to complete my next book of poems and aphorisms, Full, and that more than anything is why I assembled my thoughts into yesterday’s post, “The cost of freedom.” And so I have moved Full: Rockets, Bells & Poetry into “production” mode, and youContinue reading “Full is, well, full”

Trusting in the possibilities

The possibilities are endless. I look around my room and part of me is overwhelmed. How does it always get this messy? I’m like a kid who doesn’t know to put away his toys, leaving a pile of stuff everywhere I turn. It’s like that when I sit down to write some mornings. What couldContinue reading “Trusting in the possibilities”

The fine art of riding the torrent

Why do the young (supposedly) write the most amazing songs? The Beatles were in their 20s. I know, not so, not so — some of the great works were by mature authors — but maybe foolish youth doesn’t know better and unleashes work that hasn’t been tinkered and edited to death. After that first burstContinue reading “The fine art of riding the torrent”