On, In, and Around Mondays: Collecting Words
I open the Eighth Day Books blog to find this...
"An instinctual poet, Barkat revels in the physical reality of words."
Eighth Day is an amazing bookstore in the Midwest. It supplies the Calvin Festival and The Glen Workshop. How sweet to be mentioned (and stocked on their virtual shelves).
What strikes me now is the odd tension of the phrase 'physical reality of words.'
This week, someone asked me what makes anyone want to return to a poem, read it twice. The same question could suffice for any piece of writing. What makes us return?
I thought seriously about this and developed many answers. But perhaps the central answer is... we return to writing that has the quality of physicality.
And where do we find grist for our own physical reality of words?
We must go collecting. In the back yard, in the kitchen, on a walk in the woods. We must find words on city streets, in the bakery, at the train station.
This week, my schedule constricted, I sat in the green wing-backed chair and collected words from someone else's words.
We can do that too. In an older book by Henry Miller I found Big Sur, men on horseback coming from the Valley of the Moon, a convict's shack on the edge of a cliff. A good writer like Miller can bring us to places we've never been, and we, in turn, can bring others.
We must simply remember. That words are everywhere for the taking. And we can collect them into a beautiful reality.
On, In and Around Mondays (which partly means you can post any day and still add a link) is an invitation to write from where you are. Tell us what is on, in, around (over, under, near, by...) you. Feel free to write any which way... compose a tight poem or just ramble for a few paragraphs. But we should feel a sense of place. Would you like to try? Write something 'in place' and add your link below.
If you could kindly link back here when you post, it will create a central meeting place. :)
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