Okay, so it’s been – what – over a month? since my last post. I could open a new tab and find out for certain, but I’m trying something out here … just writing for the sake of writing.
Or it might be more accurate to say I’m writing for the sake of letting anyone out there who only knows me through this blog know that I am indeed still alive. Just very, very busy.
These two months – September and October – are the Run For Your Life Non-Stop months at my job. I find this time exhilarating, challenging, breath-taking and exhausting. And my classes this term are dynamic, fun and well-balanced. It’s actually a very good term on the whole.
But, as you might have guessed from my last post, I’ve been thinking a lot about personal expression. This includes a lot of different things for me — everything from individual style to creative outlets to one’s writing voice. I’ve had some great conversations about this with various people this semester, giving me plenty of food for thought.
From an art student friend, I’m learning about using the influence of the great masters in your craft as a process toward finding your own voice. I had always been frustrated by all the influences on me, feeling that I would never know what *I* wanted to say, because I have so many other writers buried in my sub-conscious. But this friend has pointed out to me something rather obvious — that these influences blend together and form a mosaic that becomes a part of your voice. That those masters had mosaics of their own, going back farther than we can see.
From a kindred spirit with a love of words, I’m rediscovering the subtle power of poetry. My study of poetry has been varied but rather lazy up till now. I’ve always shied around the science of poetry, never really delving into the mechanics too much for fear of tarnishing the enchantment of poems with the nuts and bolts. But this friend has shown me and reminded me that, linguistically, the careful and deliberate construction of poetry is key to its power.
So with all this in mind, I plan to steal away some time for myself to revisit some familiar and unfamiliar masters, unlock some favorite and foreign poems, and allow this mosaic I’m sitting on to show itself bit by bit.