The Poem as right now, again and again and again

Some days I am moving easily through the world & I am aware of being present & I am so full with this feeling I could burst. In a good way. Mostly though, I find it hard to relax. I rush to finish things, to have done something rather than be doing it. That restlessness worms its way into my writing process. And this makes me mad but it is hard to stop. Learning to stay is the work of a lifetime.

For me, poems are part of that work. Seeing and re-seeing the world. Writing and re-writing what I see. And then occasionally crafting a poem which feels like a living thing in it’s own right. Something that is of the world as well as referring to it. Something which exists in the moment, again and again and again. I like this feeling. It makes some of the other bad feelings feel better.

The lovely folks at Now Festival have got me thinking about this stuff and so I will be talking about this stuff and doing poems and getting other people to do poems at Wilderness Festival for them this coming weekend…

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