Desire does not bring poems. The hunted can only abide how opportune the killer's lunge is and how deftly sharpened its blade. - Richardo Pau-Llosa
Poet, Ricardo Pau-Llosa, writes of the inspirational moment as a "hunger of the stalking mind." He feels creativity requires a hunt for the moment it cannot grasp, let alone pity.
What obsesses a writer in the moment that jars from the onslaught of every day thoughts and feelings? Can we hunt for topics or stalk them until they relent? Will they behave if trapped or captured this way?
I do not become a stalker of experience. Ready for gleams that beckon, my notions might not connect immediately. As a result, I feel more like the collector and collator of their sparkle rather tracking them like a hunter. I save experience, surprise wonder in a kaleidoscope to twist, turn and view the assimilation of color and shine. Eventually a series of clicks shift and sort for me.
A series of gleams arrive and dovetail or flee. Why? They relish the freedom of flight.
I keep a notebook with me and record the flashes so later I can spin through pages and observe what will shift into perspective.
Create Write: Go through your journal or notebook for words that gleam. Will a poem result? Try writing a myth or parable.
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