Unwritten books are calling you. You, the one with the talent and drive and focus to write them. And you’ll immerse, create, edit, and from bubbly surf find that one clean line and carve artfully through fresh waves. Clean simple lines will evoke portraits and layers of relation. Not description, but wide insight distilled such that the very simple contains depth. Specific little examples will contain all your contexts. Like a master cartoonist – two lines for lip, one for both nose and eye, captures and creates a profile of femininity.
People will tell you “”that’s exactly what I feel, but I didn’t even know it until you put it into words”. “A light went off in my head when I read that, and suddenly all the little pieces came together.”
You’ll re-read your own writing and marvel, sometimes laughing, sometimes amazed. Where does it come from and were you really thinking that all along, or did it just get invented? You’ll do something new that is ephemeral, but more than a fart. You’ll find that line – that one line that is calling to you. Like the bowler does – walking up to the lane, waiting for that feeling. Waiting until he isn’t just aiming, but has the ball in his hands, has the full length of the lane in his arms, and feels the line that the pins are asking him to take. Waiting to have that feeling that tells him he feels the timing, he feels the moment moving him, and isn’t just aiming and hoping he did it right.
The object of your works will mingle with the subject. You’ll be absorbed in your work, and from that become created and find yourself on paper, and be surprised.
People diminish words, saying they contain only duality. But that’s duality fooling. It isn’t the fault of the knife that it can only slice, and you can carve artful lines that contain more than the left side, or the right side. You can carve holes, you can carve eyes, you can prod the limits of pointing and tease language into little laughs, perhaps even shaking the immersed reader out of context, out past even the joke that language is context, shake the reader past even the mingling of reader and reading, to see little language from a vaster enviroment that is also at once inside/outside reader/read but not merely that immersion, not merely that flow, that perfect line. Bring the reader into your creative process, standing with you, not knowing where any of it comes from, celebrating, finding and throwing away and finding equilibrium and being behind it – being behind it. Who feels nausia? Who feels the suffering of humanity. Who feels multiplicity of context, communication between endless “us”es, who feels the interconnectedness of being? Where is that laugh? Where is the edge and who sees and mingles with the looking at the edge? Language focuses us on it’s limits, and steers us to be artists – the act of creation and at once behind, no one knows where, behind. Vaster, not merely created, but not separate from being created. Good bowlers.
