A course on writing
Some thoughts
The song Pony is stuck in my head, driving me into nothingness like weaves of silver. I trust that I trust the process. Let the words fly by in stream of consciousness. If I need to doodle, I’ll doodle, if I need to write, I’ll go on.
This is what Cave does and may be what I need to do: just write. Just type. Someone said that all prose is poetry, can poetry be prose? Different writers have different methods, but I can’t see how any could involve not doing what needs to be done. Writing.
So, let’s do this thing.
Because this is about a lot of things. This conversation you and I are having now, it’s about Consider the Lobster, is about the child I was in 2002, it’s about my mother not seeing me perform at my school’s little theatre play on a family of tigers, it’s about how I stink right now. It’s about a lot of things. It’s about what you were doing before, five minutes before you entered this space. Drinking coffee? Typing for work? Watching a movie?
It’s a bit about Melbourne too, and the smell of salt and algae on Taranto’s Lungomare.
I can’t tell you what to think about, but maybe you thought about some of the things I have ‘said’, maybe, like me, you’re thinking about what to steal next. For example, I was reading a poem, and now I have changed the rythm…
