I have been in a quiet lately. I think a fair few of us have. Into that quiet came a recent post by Caroline Ross about about words in wartime. Wartime (most often referred to these last centuries as Now) is she suggests a time for words. Not words, though, that un-moon the sky.
Gorgeous poetry. I read Caroline’s post. I have such a tortured relationship to words. I hate them, but they are all that I have most of the time. I’ve thought about writing a Substack, but I just keep thinking.....”how many more words do we need?!” I want to write poetry 4 lines long on napkins. I want my words to be pregnant with all the other words.
I am however, grateful there so many of you who don’t feel this way about words. See! Tortured.
I only just found this post. Thanks for your kind and good thoughts. I think some of us are finding each other on here, winding our gauzes on our wounds in similar ways. Peeking at the healing, perhaps prematurely, but sharing it, and being glad of each other's well-words.
Ok, this is exactly what I’ve been trying to articulate for a couple of weeks to myself. Thank you, thank you! (you are also ironically proving your point as you’re making it 🤣)
"A watcher's brow, one grotto arcs us
moon to sun, her silence bows us
ear to drum to drum, all word returning
one to One, walking barefoot,
bright upon the vow-swept floor"
brought tears to my eyes
Gorgeous poetry. I read Caroline’s post. I have such a tortured relationship to words. I hate them, but they are all that I have most of the time. I’ve thought about writing a Substack, but I just keep thinking.....”how many more words do we need?!” I want to write poetry 4 lines long on napkins. I want my words to be pregnant with all the other words.
I am however, grateful there so many of you who don’t feel this way about words. See! Tortured.
I only just found this post. Thanks for your kind and good thoughts. I think some of us are finding each other on here, winding our gauzes on our wounds in similar ways. Peeking at the healing, perhaps prematurely, but sharing it, and being glad of each other's well-words.
Ok, this is exactly what I’ve been trying to articulate for a couple of weeks to myself. Thank you, thank you! (you are also ironically proving your point as you’re making it 🤣)
November, captured.