Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i really tried to write a poem,

a novel, an essay... anything

but this is all there is today

sheepishly creeping out from

the tips of my fingers like a

midnight sloth in some cecropia tree

writing and thinking seem to go hand in hand
where as writing is mostly mindless activity
that either involves the mechanical movement
of the hand with writing utensils or hitting keys
thinking finds its way to the hand by some osmosis
the mind can flush flash a huge amount of thought
in the usual course of daily activity but the magic
between the hand and the eye and transfer of thought
to pen or keyboard is another barrel of monkey's altogether

"... but the magic between the hand and the eye and transfer of thought to pen or keyboard is another barrel of monkey's altogether..."

you do it well, C-man, while I only scratch the surface on good days.

I don't know I would guess that there is a certain contiguity in the scratch of surface, I'm not sure what I would mean by a good day, other then how
much energy I have on any given day.When I wrote my novel, for instance
it was a huge energy thrust that seemed to come from the center of what force I could bring to bare, after many good bad and indifferent days.One thing is certain that after I finished what I could, so to speak, because it all just came out in a kind of wild torrent, I was not ready to meet the back torrent.No matter how much I had dreamed, imagined in my wildest flights of fancy, and just the shear sweat of the brow.It is kind of interesting how other writers and poets arrive at this.I heard an interview on KPFA with a poet/writer/translator, recently that wrote a novel, his first one, (he is mostly a poet/translator) that is about his mental break that happened back in 1969 when he was a young man going to a University.He ended up in some mental hospital, and his novel covers his experience of that time.I remember this person from my days in Santa Cruz when i was first getting into poetry, I did not know him personally, but I use to go to poetry readings in the area, and he and some other University poets were there to read, I was the not University trained street poet that was trying to understand the local poetry scene.Anyway I did not know that Stephen Kessler had been through his own personal psychic break that determined that he would be a poet/translator/editor
rather then some professional professor or some such.Where as I became a poet because of the reasons that he discussed, that back in those days we hoped to have some decisive transformational effect on the world.

Hell, I think a day is pretty good if the temperature outside doesn't freeze my nuts in winter or burn me up in the summer. I see a good poetry day as one where that (now) rare poem just demands to be written and it flows like warm agave nectar across the page while my fingers are under the control of some muse that I trust is doin' what needs to be done. I miss that kinda writing.

How's yr novel doing? Where can one check it out? I'd be interested in checking it out.

The only other writers I know are the one's I see on the web and bs with. But the net is a good place to write since that's the only way to talk on here.. you gotta write, good or bad, to communicate. We all get a lot of practice the longer we spend on this damn machine... which is good.

Muse is a nice word, it has some Greek goddess connotation which is a good reason to read thought of Greek origin.You don't hear folks saying that their Muse told them to be stupid as a tea bragger.Having said that, In my novel which is about when I was a teenager in the late 60's and the rise of psychedelic use and the music that helped rise it, written in the style a crazy cat poet like me is wont to do, (toss in a little Burroughs and a pinch of Hunter Thompson for spice) is just self published and the little advertising i have attempted can't reach the people that would could read it so far.On amazon, Gone hallucinogen Freeway.My entry into the poetic sphere began with a second hand typewriter, but the novel was a thing of computer brains, and notice that there are hardly any sites like Studio8, even though there are a lot of poetry sites, and that nothing like Litkicks was a few years ago before 9/11 and some after.

sloth got yer tongue? it'll come..

you're rollin' along nicely with the stream...