I feel like I've been chased by Duende most of my life. She must be exhausted by now, waiting for me to use her to creative advantage. Edginess and Energy are two necessary but completely different elements for every artistic endeavor including poetry. Often I have one, not the other. And trying too hard won't bring back either, so I get your advice to let what I need come to me.
I love this post, though I am so sorry about your accident. I'm at a point where I feel the need to find a new edge. After a long bout of family health issues and now my own, I have so little energy I can't start new work. I wonder what edge I can find when my energy is back.
I'm so sorry about the health issues, and I know so many people can relate to your situation, myself included. I think that just starting something, anything, can be the edge. Sometimes doing nothing at all is the edge, staring into the void. Been there lately, too. If I could wind back to those moments I was upset because I was not actively creating, I'd tell myself: Don't rush. Rest well. It'll come.
Thank you so kindly for responding. Your wisdom is boundless. Since I retired, I've never gone this long without starting new work, and maybe that will be an edge. For so long, I've prompted myself that I truly don't let new work "just come." I heed your self-admonishments to not rush, rest, and it will come.
Yikes, sorry for that experience — I'm glad it . . . paid off? I like the juxtaposition of the Dude and Duende, two figures I've always been fascinated by. Nice. Thanks for this, your posts always center me.
I feel like I've been chased by Duende most of my life. She must be exhausted by now, waiting for me to use her to creative advantage. Edginess and Energy are two necessary but completely different elements for every artistic endeavor including poetry. Often I have one, not the other. And trying too hard won't bring back either, so I get your advice to let what I need come to me.
I love this post, though I am so sorry about your accident. I'm at a point where I feel the need to find a new edge. After a long bout of family health issues and now my own, I have so little energy I can't start new work. I wonder what edge I can find when my energy is back.
I'm so sorry about the health issues, and I know so many people can relate to your situation, myself included. I think that just starting something, anything, can be the edge. Sometimes doing nothing at all is the edge, staring into the void. Been there lately, too. If I could wind back to those moments I was upset because I was not actively creating, I'd tell myself: Don't rush. Rest well. It'll come.
Thank you so kindly for responding. Your wisdom is boundless. Since I retired, I've never gone this long without starting new work, and maybe that will be an edge. For so long, I've prompted myself that I truly don't let new work "just come." I heed your self-admonishments to not rush, rest, and it will come.
Oof! Sorry to hear about the accident. Shake up, indeed.
As to the edge — I think I am courting embarrassment in my writing more these days. It is a powerful emotion.
Yikes, sorry for that experience — I'm glad it . . . paid off? I like the juxtaposition of the Dude and Duende, two figures I've always been fascinated by. Nice. Thanks for this, your posts always center me.