Sunday, January 30, 2011

Dust in my view

"Inspiration!" said Joyce Carol Oates, "Yes. It exists somehow."

Months ago, when I tried to understand the 'ability' to write according to a formula, it seemed that my speech and writing were inversely related.

The more coherently I was able to speak, the less easily my written work came together; the muter or more unremarkable I was in speech, the more interesting my writing would become.

It occurred to me that this was a well-distributed arrangement, that I would alternately receive the blessing of creative speech and creative writing.

Of late, however, nothing comes at all, not in speech and not in writing. So I sense that it is time for the older formula to be replaced. Perhaps the writer cannot simply turn her mouth skywards for rain. Perhaps? Surely this inspiration of which J C Oates speaks will not just be delivered; it must undergo the same kind of gestation as a construction project or baked earth or a baby.

Inspiration! she says, Yes. It exists somehow.



3 comments:

  1. It exists but plays hide and seek.

    Stay still.

    Hope it comes.

    Joy always,
    Susan

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  2. That's a lovely way of putting it.

    Thanks, Groozie.

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  3. Well, there's the explanation!

    I guess it's something that happens when you count your apples instead of eating them - kind of start to see them as just 'red and round'.

    It is but a phase. Hopefully, a key to change. Cheers.

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