A LinkedList Of Poems.
Subtitle: Conversations over wine, part 2.
Dear reader,
Today’s post is best read with music in other to feel what the writer felt. After Queen of Sheba, hands crossed paths with a brand new style called Conversations over wine. It feels more free, zero restrictions, and a perfect remedy if you’re struggling to write.
How can you do it?
Creativity is what you create time to do. In fact, I argue, it is mainly about creating time.
Whatever fills that circle box, is for you to find out. The process is more about you, and it doesn’t even have to make sense to you, at first.
A friend came the other day, also reads this newsletter, and I answered saying — I really do not know what I’m about to write, as an artist, our role is to draw the first pen, the first word, the first line.
The rest is for you to find out.
Starting…
Music suggestion: Respond by SunEl - Musician ft. Mici
How can one be so absent, and yet present. In the mirror, You look, This face, is my face. But where is the my. Where is the me. I am like an empty space, filled. I am like a display of invisibles. Thoughts, I know I am not my thoughts. Yet everything happens in the thoughts. A yolk in a white, in a brown. Gold. More wines. I am like the space, with stars you can’t touch. The most are stars, sub. The few are planets, cons. yhou I’m your whose ciousness? More wines… I walk like you a part of in me. I carry yhou. Everybody. Nobody. And whatever between. More wines? Rather than nothing, It’s not a talk about? Mix max of strategy broken cook. Go back to the source. Separate the browns, from the air. I am in the air. The air. Flow through the nostrils. Himmffffff. Jingle mix of collide, out. Wines? Derivates is what? Exococatives is what? None. Nobody. You keep moving, You keep trying. Any word that comes out of yhou. Like this. Sometimes, I just don’t know what, But . the . most . cri…. Is that You keep… Wines? Flapping bird atoms of creek river. Stone hits, sunshine hit. It’s a beside, Green grass flow. And white wools dancing through. White sounds of ah, coming through. Some more wines?
PoemCards introduction has been rescheduled to next week.
PoemCards, as described by testers and reviewers, is a sweet dish caramel drilling on the teeth, giving sweetness swetpa. “The cards as quite luxurious”. “The content is a head-turning wine”. “I love the diversity involved”. “The themes and genre resonates”. “There are people that really need PoemCards”.
