A writer writes and as he does...he breathes. The inhale and exhale of the moments "air". Describing what he sees, what he feels...even sometimes, what he wants...what he desires. Every word has meaning. Every word has "breath" or "spirit". Every word has life.
To reread a piece is to relive it. Every line that was meant for you, for me...for us. Comes back sharp and clear as though it were written yesterday. When pieces are true...they are timeless and formless. They fit everywhere and they fit nowhere. They are specific and vague. One word means something and the other is meant to have no meaning at all. The "bi-polar" sessions of a writer are honest even when he's confused...like now ;-)
Compiling my pieces for my book has taken me down a memory lane of drastic emotional extremes. I feel what I've written and the memory of each breath still has life. Still has meaning and form. Something I know will always be true. Reading them again brings me the vivid imagery I was trying to recreate through verse and most all of them dealt with intensity and passion. Between yesterday and today I have visited Bahrain, Texas, Pier 17, Gelston Ave and of course...where I am now. There is so much life in what one writes. If it is honest...it will live forever...
To reread a piece is to relive it. Every line that was meant for you, for me...for us. Comes back sharp and clear as though it were written yesterday. When pieces are true...they are timeless and formless. They fit everywhere and they fit nowhere. They are specific and vague. One word means something and the other is meant to have no meaning at all. The "bi-polar" sessions of a writer are honest even when he's confused...like now ;-)
Compiling my pieces for my book has taken me down a memory lane of drastic emotional extremes. I feel what I've written and the memory of each breath still has life. Still has meaning and form. Something I know will always be true. Reading them again brings me the vivid imagery I was trying to recreate through verse and most all of them dealt with intensity and passion. Between yesterday and today I have visited Bahrain, Texas, Pier 17, Gelston Ave and of course...where I am now. There is so much life in what one writes. If it is honest...it will live forever...
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