Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Monday, February 16, 2009

ever feel like you are being written by this thing you claim to be writing ....

it's been an uncanny time
bringing forth a backwards weaving
authentic and utterly un-romantic prose
that nevertheless seems to summon times and places
soaked in memory, wistfulness, longing... joy , sorrow, love...
perhaps it will do that for others as well
that's the hope of writing
the promise of word


  1. What an intriguing concept, that we are written by our words! I will pay closer attention to what I say and write from now on.


  2. Crow--Martha--thanks for this comment.... I have just put temporary closure on a recent writing project... no project is ever finished.... and I was struck throughout the writing about how I was implicated by and in the writing .... it happens to me often when I write and is both an unbounded and liminal time....a sense of threshold that is felt and lived even as I am conscious of getting out of its way... odd and lovely, now that I have learned to relax with it (one of the benefits of tempering with\in one's craft...)
    with regard,

  3. I too often feel like I don't know what I'm writing (really) until it's written. I have an idea, and I'd like to think I'm directing the flow, but in the end I usually end up somewhere unexpected. So in that sense, to write is to authentically launch yourself into the unknown...and the trick is to let the "backwards weaving" happen... get out of its way, and let it be.

  4. Derliwall--thanks for this comment.... launching and thrown-ness have been nice braids across several blogs I follow.... yours included. Nice to see you here... and as one who has seen what you are capable of with the written word, I'd say, keep on launching!

  5. years ago i quitted writing for several years just for this very reason... i was being written by what i wrote...

    then i found out that i had been just living by it... it was my breath of life... without it i nearly died...
    then again... it was me and writing... this time not afraid of being written...

  6. HB-- I began my love affair with writing when I was 11 years old and it has sustained me through joy and sorrow that I did not know I was capable of...and in recent years and months it has opened up a world I had only been hoping for ...these cherished moments, this sweet life...
    thanks for your words,
    with regard,

  7. I can relate to this but mostly from an artwork point of view.
    Once something is created it has voice of it's own. Most times the idea I have in my minds eye never materializes....but something else does so I run with that.
    When I started doing pottery people would ask me what I was going to make that day... and I would say that I was going to let the wheel decide ;>