To Say, April 16, 2016
Today’s poem is about those moments, like today, when I don’t know what to say, when I think I have nothing to say. In writing, there is a practice to overcome this obstacle. It is to write anything without the need to make sense or reason. Its the practice of movement. Many times it has unlocked a direction in my own writing. During this practice, it sometimes comes down to me simply saying that I don’t know what to say.
I find this poem beautiful because this is what I am writing but the black mark implies there is something to say. It has not been extrapolated or articulated just yet and by the end of the poem, although unreadable, it does say something.