I'm back at work and being creative. If you can call poetry "work" and if you can call my work "creative". mainly I just feed off the work of other people and potter about in the middle of a shared cloud of words.
Spring is coming, flowers are coming out and trees are gently unfolding their blossom. It is a time of cliche for all writers of Japanese style poetry. That blossom will blow across grass and wet tarmac, will be picked up on shoes, will be trodden into oblivion and will fall into bad company as all the cliches come out to play. I can't help it. I have a limited number of experiences to draw on, being a non-mobile urban poet.
Litter, discarded shoes and magpies make up a lot of my world. Delivery vans, memories and ragged gardens all play their part. I should probably go back to sitting in car parks and watching people pass by.
In an effort to return to previous times I have returned to composing on paper and copying to the computer. It's a shame because I was just getting used to composing on the screen. However, needs must, and if the price of writing more is that I have to do more copy typing, that is the price I will pay. At the moment I don't have much choice.
Last month was the first one in years where I submitted nothing and that clearly can't go on. To write well, you have to start by writing something. Similarly, if you want ideas, you have to start writing, as it's well established that the more ideas you use, the more you will have. I suppose that they will eventually dry up, but that's a mawkish reflection for another day.
(Sorry, wrote this yesterday and went to bed before posting - more to follow today.)
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