Sometimes I want to write

Posted in the other side by david @ Jun 10, 2008

Stilgherrian’s post got me started and I also confess to a hankering to fiddle with bits of gear every now and then. For instance today’s edict from Jobs regarding the new wank phone has me calculating budgets between now and July 11 to see if I can possibly justify such an indulgence. The rumor that Vodaphone are also thinking about offering the iPhone mk2 on prepaid might just make the difference. But back to the writing thingy…

The point of Stilgherrian’s post is that the creative process is seemingly mired in rather simple habits. Most writers I have read about seem to be chained to their desks during the process of writing a book, at least in some way or another. What about the impact of blogging on the potential to create the next Catcher in the Rye? Writing anything is easy, my 9 year old daughter can manage to string a few words together and make it look like a children’s book and judging by some of the blogging around, there are certainly those who seem to think a few sentences strung together with a handful of hyperlinks to other equally eridute web creations constitutes a work of art comparable with Wuthering Heights however I think there are a few who might disagree. I think it is fair to say that writing well is an art which is why we have traditionally rewarded authors who can do it well with rewards similar to other artists. Sadly for the blogging set, ten minutes on the laptop (or the new iPhone) while swanning around at the local barista is not really the same as slaving away for months and years to produce a manuscript that eventually makes it way onto the best sellers list.

Maybe that’s why writers lead such ordinary lives, anything else just gets in the way.

passing by

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Posted in the other side by david @ May 19, 2008

the hand slowly passed a glass
of water
was it slow or did time just pause
so briefly
a swan stops then paddles slowly on
the water
clothed in golden glows the trees
do nothing
as winter steals the show.

today i fessed up

Posted in the other side by david @ Apr 8, 2008

A passing car broke through
reminding me of you
and the lines fore wrote
now shared

the writing came with ease
fed by silence unrelenting
a just cause, but undeserving
and dutifully ignored

big and bold
black on white
easy on the eye
still, as they traveled
in waves from mind
to voice betrayed, the eyes
revealed a wound not healed.

Later
darkness swallows another day
in passing, there was no inspiration
only joyless voices
typing,typing,
trying and still failing
to drive your thoughts away.

the folly of thinking

Posted in the other side by david @ Jan 26, 2008

the wiring isn’t quite right today

there is a break somewhere

a disconnect, the signals skipped some vital pathway

the button pushed too hard, the machine is broken

now.

Do we have this gift of self

by accident, and who gave it

to us and why

should we bother to try and understand?

should we bother at all…

Hackers poetry

Posted in the other side by david @ Jan 16, 2008

This really is a poem

not just a few scrambled

lines of code, not that such is

something I’m good at, its just some random

words I thought might work together.

the topic was something I was obsessed with

the sort of thing that

happens now and then, when your imagination

runs away.

So when the real reasserts itself

so rudely interrupting the flow of thoughts

that colour in the black and white and grey

its not the most welcome guest in that corner of my mind.

Leaving is a better choice, I guess

so many of us do

the ease with which we separate the real

from me and you.