Words That Change

Posts Tagged ‘creativity’


In Uncategorized on 15 July, 2010 at 22:53

I have been learning about insignificance. Drops in sweltering oceans. How we create meaning and how this is eventually undone. How meaning projected onto situations makes them incredibly complex and how, draining all the meaning from them may lose sight of joy but ultimately makes you free.

The jar needs to drain completely until it can be broken and the whole universe floods in.


Where we meet

In Uncategorized on 3 July, 2010 at 14:42

This poem alone, without commentary, is also published on the Poems blog.

There’s a magic communal experience that occurs when a writer can penetrate a reader’s mind (and the latter allows it to be penetrated) and share the same feeling that gave birth to the words. You and I, my dear from our very different spheres  can meet here in these few little lines, and grasp the same treasure together.

The following words are  about the  writing process (excuse the term) and how it merges closely with that of the listening reader. What’s your experience of the creative (art, writing, acting, dancing) process? Please comment below.


When it it wanted to be remembered it came in streams and fell in lines that swirled around us so we could pluck one word and chew on it, put it back and taste another. Follow one some way, skip between others and dance in syncopated, flip-flop rhythm between feeling thoughts and sinking feelings.

We could – just by looking – delight ourselves for days or more. Pick princely gems or suffer wounds because they only help us grow. You and I, my dear, winging in thrones and cased in rafters, tumbled in spider-webs and then clean again. Washed of reason and sense of being.

Tumbled in rapture and cast in spells; we allowed the words to come; syllable by fleeting syllable:

Dark dawns

Represses facet that is not felt or said

But is expressed as release

Two poles of a sphere come together

Itself to disappear

This is the learning and the learned

The fighting and the sky

The love in a terrible beauty

The asking to be free

Pure. Free of meaning. Captive and liberated.

~ o ~

How futile is life?

How fragile.

How valuable.

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