Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Lichen and strangeness

photo: graustark

Shy, in the willing gardens
black words wander and
bearing all they stop
with their stinging bards

(the white water)
the usual overwhelming
bliss glares and ripens

there is lichen in my hands
under night’s naked skies

I wrote this by reading a German poem and writing down what I felt the words were saying, based purely on how they sounded.  So if it makes no sense, that is why. But I kind of like the weirdness. In his Little Red Writing BookMark Tredinnick has a little treatise on strangeness. He writes:

"There's something strange about the best writing. No one, you think at first, ever spoke like this. But soon, in what is odd, you recognise the sound of authenticity."

I like strange writing that flows from instinct, that isn't over thought. I wish I could do it more often.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

sophie gyles, i think you're amazing. - Kris