Write-Place

"The art really is in isolating yourself and letting as few things into your head as possible. To only admit those things into your head that come from a direction where no one else ever looks. That is the difficult thing." W.G. Sebald This is a very profound thought - or maybe it just seems profound to me because of a particular state of mind at a particular time. Sebald speaks of "the art" but does not specify the art of what. We can assume that he means the art of living, but this can also be narrowed down to specifics - writing of course comes straight to my mind,or anything creative. But surely knowing the art of living must be one of the most amazing things to be able to get to grips with. Sebald admits it's difficult. I will do my best to try.

A number of days (weeks, months ?) since I have had anything to say worth letting out of my mouth let alone put online. But as I have just been reading about the literally millions of people around the world who do a blog, I reckon no one's going to bother much about this, and after all this blog is supposed to be connected to www.write-place which is about...writing. I can't afford a therapist and the person who it is written for knows who he is. Draw Me Draw me a place where the sun shines all day And the night is so warm we sleep under the sky. Show me the warmth of the ground that we lie on And people around us go just passing by. Paint me a place where the air is so cold that all water is frozen and snow falls soft to the ground. Make it a dark sky with stars as our light Make it as though the moon we have found. Carve me a story that tells of us two and only us two in a world of so much. Cut into the wood as you cut into my soul Turning the wood as I turn with your touc...