Friday, October 19, 2012

What I Write

I write often, a lot, daily. It's a habit. This blog has taken on its own life.



I write with and without words, making marks through different media.




I write proposal for clients and potential clients. This week I have written three.


I tweet and RT.

I write and rewrite articles
and when fortunate get to coauthor works. Often this takes on a life of email writing.


I write poems (but less frequently).  Here's one: 



                                                                                 Adolescence

The photo falls
from between the pressed
pages of a book.
Here in the slight slant
of remaining light,

I see it

is of a young girl                    turning 
                                                  from a door    
                                                  slightly open. 
 
Her lips are parted    
and she is caught
between           
thought
and speech—balancing
the clumsiness of her youth
with the certainty of coming grace. 

There are others in the picture:
a younger cousin, an aunt        
both of whom know how to look        
at the camera—how to make it smile.          
She has forgotten; perhaps
she has yet to learn.
   
Crouched here where the attic eaves
meet the floor, settled beneath
the small window ledge
I want to call out to her
to gather what she can—
                                                      forgetting
                                                      for the moment
                    the price
                                           of such cargo.



I write notes about what I read, hear, see, and observe.
I am a margin writer and now I type in the proverbial margin of electronic texts. 
I am often making notes and I am most days observing.


I don't write letters too much anymore and I'm not sure I am any the worse for this.



I want to be a list maker, but I find it too tedious.  What starts as a list often gets abandoned. 
 Days later,I find the started list 
     and paste it into something 
     new I'm making.


I see little space between the written and the painted: the imagined and the photographed.

I write alongside participants in workshops.






Shh. I write maps.








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