“Anger can be borne – it can even be satisfying – if it can gather into words and explode in a storm, or a rapier-sharp attack. But without these means of ventilation, it only turns back inward, building and swirling like a head of steam – building to an impotent, murderous rage.”
Eva Hoffman Lost in translation.
I write at a desk in a room overlooking our kitchen garden. A bridge between the house and the garden spans the long yard below. I write and listen to the song of blackbirds. It’s the growing season and half my mind is concerned with gardening tasks and the other half a novel about a broken man and a frozen child. The sky is a cloudless blue.
“I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know.
Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.”
Tove Jansson
I think about those days I spent in America from time to time.
“I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end.”
― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America
Growing words
A house built for heroes
it’s a small house
two bedrooms
a kitchen
outdoor lavatory
a kitchen garden
and an acre
keep a pig
grow potatoes
Black earth
I dug black earth
I dug deep black earth
except now
I lay horse shit
on top of the growing beds
through winter
and let worms do the rest.
I read poetry
in quiet times
AS Neil said play
is children’s work
growing should be
poets play too.
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Lightest yellow whitening moorland grass stretching
waved wind shifting flows into the uplands plateau
distant ravens specked black in white grey clouded skies
wheel unhinged glide soar above the flat worn track
(excerpt The Ghost Road)
Stress related break from writing broken! And the relief when the words come through and the story begins to tell itself again a delight.
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