#209 “ARDENT", by J.P. Rayne, July 2nd, 2003
been fairly ardent about doing our writing practice; usually keeping our getting
together to once a week. Sometimes
there have been gaps – when either of us has been away, but mostly we’ve
been fairly ardent.
The little heart-shaped box that holds the words – like a giant pink
papier machier fortune cookie – has been filled several times.
My writing practice partner, Jane, could say more about how that
particular aspect comes together – as she’s the one who keeps it full.
From my perspective, the heart-shaped box appears – filled with words
on folded strips of paper – ready to be tasted, one at a time.
We set the clock for fifteen minutes and, right after reading the word,
Our only rule is to write. No stopping to think.
No editing, no reading over. Just
write. The idea being that the
writing – beginning with the act of having pen on paper – will pull out a
string of thoughts and words that hopefully, will make some sense.
Sometimes a word shows up that draws a complete blank.
And even on days like that, the solution is to put the pen on the page
No stopping to think about what a particular word might mean – it’s
just drop in the line - as an angler would – hope it sinks down deep enough to
catch some real meat, and then start winding it in.
Sometimes there’s a mess of seaweed on the end of the line.
And sometimes there’s a shiny, wriggling, enthusiastic ten-pounder!
I always throw it back.
Back into the ocean of words where – I imagine – it will swim and
play and live life out dodging the big things and picking on the little things
until once again, some ardent angler comes along – sticks in her thumb, and
pulls out what?
an even bigger plum!
Hmmm – where were we?
Ah yes, the plum.
Falling to the ground,
the bruises hardly noticed.
Still holds its’ shape,
until the birds show up,
and do their work on it.