A marvellous post from Anthony Wilson on this first day of the new year.
Looking forward to 2015 it’s tempting to think it will never reach the heights of 2014.
Big mistake. Huge. And you know it.
Everything you did, or, more accurately, received, was a gift, you know that, surely?
Look at what really happened in 2014, those moments when you went to that silence space beyond words and society, where poems begin to make themselves known, and you will see that you will need to protect them fiercely in 2015, which already looks busy.
A word about this: unless you do protect this place, I mean actively, you will soon find yourself running dry and operating out of unconscious devotion to feedback rather than the joy of creation.
Look again. That moment in the campervan in Cornwall reading Ilhan Berk. That timeless sense of excitement and discovery, beyond words, beyond everything.
You don’t need to be…
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