writing

writing.
to write or to not.
they say that the ancients of Britain mistrusted the written word.
i have a love hate relationship with it for the same reasons.
Druids were the law keepers, memorising the many codes of conduct, travelling the country and sharing their wisdom in the many trials and tribulations that they had to solve, whether it was a murder or theft or argument over local boundaries.
it would have been easier for them to write the laws down but that would have made the laws permanent in a temporary and evolving world.
i hate writing; but it’s the only way to make sense of my thoughts.
my thoughts may change with the tides of the moon and confused, i hark back to my previous writings, hoping to find an island for respite from the storm.
but i understand that the written word is as different as the north and south accents.
a poster in school reminds children that when we write of ourselves, i should be I.
i disagree silently, let each make up their own mind how important they are.
i seems so much more humble I, and humility brings a wealth of knowledge.
if we think that we are ‘The Big I Am’ then how can we listen to advice?
who listens to those deemed more inferior?
i’m doing my best not to write. i promise you. but it’s difficult.
i may go a few days punishing myself, telling myself that there’s no need to write, nor to read; but it’s an addiction; i know how the priests of old must have felt, each word a bringer of possible knowledge.
but what is knowledge?
do we gain truth from reading our own words?
i think so! i find myself reading my own words, trying to evoke the feelings of time gone by.
sometimes i think i didn’t write the words but merely channeled or realised them:

“you beg to come home as if the door’s locked.
I’ve left a large lamp on yet you’ve not knocked.
I am the lamp and I am the door.
I am the tramp asleep on the floor.
I am your mother, berating your flaws.
I am your lover, willing for more.
most call Me Host. you may call me Home.”

“The world turns, seas churn, volcanoes burn.
earthquakes rupture the earth…
after death must come rebirth.”

“you may be a seal who lives to dive or a shark with zeal that loves to bribe with teeth that bite.”

the amount of poems i’ve written that seem to share their truths with me over the years is startling.
my tag line; The Sparse N Spartan Saint is a perfect example. i wrote it because it rhymes and yet, the saint shows that with faith anything is possible. i think his faith is in god but even if your faith lies within yourself or elsewhere, the same truth is still possible.
i hate the written word. did i mention that yet?
there is no inflection nor accent. nor the raising of an eyebrow nor the twinkle of a smile or smack of a frown.
how to know if something is sarcastic, or teasing,
sometimes my partner teases me in text and i blow things by thinking she is being serious. sometimes it’s hard to tell.
what does the writer, any writer actually sound like?
i used to love Stephen King’s books and when i would read Rita Hayworth And The Shawshank Redemption i would read it in the voice of Morgan Freeman, the narrator of the film.
maybe that’s why i like poetry and rhymes, the old fashioned way of transferring knowledge.
reading is a release from reality sometimes, especially when i find a common ground with the writer or their words.

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8 thoughts on “writing”

        1. no hehehehe neither would i, but still, i wonder 🙂
          no written bonds of ownership or debt, no ‘incriminating evidence’.
          poetry and stories would still have their own importance, being fed down the lines of friends and family through oral retellings like a constantly shifting tapestry of history 🙂
          of course, there would be no internet with it’s binary code etc but then, propaganda would be almost non existent.
          i would miss the vast amount of true knowledge and whimsical fiction. 🙂
          and i would miss the art of written emotional poetry that seems so distant to oral poetry recounting histories and events of old

      1. I hope one day you can re-read your writing and see yourself as I do. You are magical and inspiring! Keep on keeping on! Have a wonderful day/night/whatever!

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