Tagged with: eleni cay
Anything goes in poetry, as long as it is not false. To reach the authentic, poets search for a “thought-shelter” that is individual enough to be quintessentially their own, and universal enough to be joint and social. Some poets find this combination in others’ art, some in Love, some in the memory of the Universe. In poetry-writing, you develop a habit of getting intimate with your own soul. How can this relationship be nurtured with the company you keep?
The wonderful Irish poet David Whyte says that we are ‘constantly naming things too early…as a way of keeping control’. In love we name a relationship before it has matured into a joint pilgrimage, ‘and we constantly name ourselves in ways that are far too small for ourselves.’
Julian Jaynes said that ‘it is by metaphor that language works’, and I think that it is by metaphor that we grow our humanity.
Like many people with little money, I thought that money can give me freedom, access and mobility. And money can give you that, but only to a certain extent. There is a threshold above which money corrupts your thinking.
Cloud Watching (or Cloud Spotting, or Cloud Gazing), is not just an unusual hobby. To me, it is a daily ritual, a practice that sustains me. It hasn’t been always like this…
Being a poet-in-residence in a city garden brings to fore many invisible borders. It awakens a cutting back into one’s own origins and migrations. This is a short blog documenting my thoughts during the London residency.