Showing posts with label connecting through language. Show all posts
Showing posts with label connecting through language. Show all posts

Sunday, November 02, 2025

How do you know what to write?

Questioner: How do you know what to write?

Wordswimmer: You don't know before you begin.

Q: Don't you plan ahead?

W: Sometimes. But you still don't know how your plan will turn out once you begin.

Q: There's no formula?

W: No. Just the blank page and your pen.

Q: And you just begin?

W: That's right. Let your hand start moving. See where it takes you.

Q: Like this?

W: Like this. 

Q: You didn't know we'd be having this conversation, did you?

W: I never imagined it, no, not until the pen started moving.

Q: And you found my question waiting for you?

W: Right. The question appeared.

Q: And then what?

W: I responded, and it turned into an interview, of sorts.

Q: You didn't even know I existed?

W: You don't. Except in my imagination.

Q: This is writing?

W: Yes, this is writing.

Q: You never know what will come?

W: No, never. It's what makes writing so challenging... I almost wrote treacherous.

Q: Treacherous? How?

W: Not knowing what you'll write. So you never know what you'll find on the page. And you need to lower your guard. To be open, vulnerable. Treacherous in the sense that what you write might surprise and even hurt you.

Q: But you write anyway?

W: Yes, of course.

Q: Why?

W: To find out what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling. To take pleasure in the process of discovery, to dive into a world I didn't know existed before I started writing.

Q: A world inside you?

W: Yes, but also a way of looking at the world inside and out.

Q: You just write what you see?

W: What I see and feel and think and imagine. There are so many ways to make connections. Memories. Experiences. And then to try and figure out how to make sense of these connections.

Q: That's writing?

W: Yes, that's writing.

Q: No wonder why you love it and write every day.

W: You never know what you'll find when you begin. 

Q: It's all part of the mystery?

W: Yes, that's it. You feel connected to the mystery of life in a different way when you're writing, when you're holding a pen or pencil in your hand, or when you're typing on the keyboard.

Q: Connected to what exactly?

W: It's hard to describe. Connected to life, I guess, on a deeper level. To who you are. To a spirit, if you want to call it that, inside you but also guiding you, if that makes sense.

Q: Maybe, I'm not sure. Is it like praying?

W: Well, kind of. 

Q: I guess I'll just have to pick up a pen and start writing. 

W: Yes, see what happens. 

Q: Maybe I will. 

W: Good luck!

Q: You, too!

Monday, April 01, 2024

You can't know how or why

You can't know

how or why

you can only know

what you know

the feel of the pen

in your hand

the scrape of the nib

on paper

the smoothness of

a blank page

the joy of seeing

the page fill

with words

ink flowing onto

the page

your hand rushing

to keep up

with your thoughts

that feeling of

wishing you could

stay in this place

forever

writing

feeling a connection

with something larger

than yourself

a part of the universe

inside you

that you touch each time

you hold a pen

and move your hand across

the page

like plugging 

into your heart

like hearing

the song

your soul

sings

like praying

to God

and knowing 

God is there

listening

Sunday, September 15, 2019

Coded Messages

Each of us lives a life
of solitude, islands
separated from each other
by the sea.

Our words are like flashing
lights, coded messages sent
across the spaces between us,
attempts, however feeble,
to connect.

Language is the glue
that holds us together,
the way we create stories
and poems to overcome
the distance,
which disappears
in an instant--
the moment we hear
one word,
then another.

Each word is like
a hand reaching
across the water,
a light dispersing
the darkness
and silence
of solitude,

a message
telling us this:
you are not alone.