Words erupt from deep within my core. Frequently it seems that a tsunami has been generated, the emotions are sucked up and ride atop an enormous dynamic word inferno, desperate to be released.
Often I am compelled to write, it is a way to share powerful unarticulated thoughts. In my life I am driven by emotions (who isn’t?) that occasionally overwhelm my reality. My brain fizzes with such intensity that I have to smash the words down without delay.
Despite limited artistic knowledge I totally empathise with the moment when great artists found inspiration. When I read of them rushing headlong down to the Mediterranean to live in the glorious light which empowered the likes of Van Gogh to paint I nod, I comprehend. In my own small way, when I am gardening and the word-volcano strikes I have to down tools and write. The end product is immaterial, what matters is giving life to the words.
More to the point I would love to time travel with the artist, be the fly on the wall as creative juices crashed out onto canvas. See their total commitment, oblivious to the world as they fulfilled a primal urge. I wonder if it came as a surprise when the work was finished and they stepped back, out of their compulsion, to view the result. I bet they didn’t need to change a thing. I understand the torment if the compulsion struck and they were unable to feed the gannets.
How magical to have been a paint brush in the hands of Van Gogh.
How stimulating to have been ink in the quill of Shakespeare.
How glorious to be the twirling incense in an ancient Himalayan monastery.
Personally, as the intensity fades I remember who I am, I feel the tension in my hands ooze away and I notice the scraps of notepaper, covered in riddles and rhyme, strewn around like feathers from a plucked swan. Those words are me, amazing.
Once published, I realise that YOU are reading these words and that YOU are surely also driven with equally strong desires and primal urges. I realise that YOU are the fly on the wall of my emotional heart.
Be gentle.
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I can totally relate to this post that you so eloquently wrote John. The words begin to form, sentences start to fall over themselves as they excitedly wait to be unleashed. I have to down tools then too, pin them down before I lose them.
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That’s a lovely comment, thank you. I expect many writers will have a similar experience.
I am only a basic blogger, when word-surge occurs I can lather it down quickly and be done, take a breather. Novelists and authors may approach their work differently.
For me this works wonderfully, I can say what needs to be said then go for a cup of tea.
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Great insights! Writing that comes from the intellect provokes thought. Writing from passion and emotion moves the soul. “The more swiftly you write, the more honest you are.” —Ray Bradbury
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Thanks Jim. The Ray Bradbury quote is absolutely on the money. I love to blog because I can do just that, feel the words then write them down as quickly as possible to capture the moment.
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Lucky you are and all those who can give words to their thoughts. My tragedy is that I have developed a complete block of written expression for my most sensitive and important thoughts. You are gifted with this volcanic power, keep writing and make best use of it 🙂
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I know exactly what you mean. If I step away for a moment it is often gone for ever. Just read a fabulous article about ‘unblocking’ mental blocks. However, didn’t retain the link. An unexpected rainbow will open up your doors of perception again. 🙂
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🙂 May be, may be not. I don’t agree to struggle to ‘unblock’ it. It has to be something that erupts out by it’s own. Keep writing, you do it very well! 🙂
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Hi. Is everything ok?
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I wish I could find the link for you. It addressed the issue of writer’s block in a very sensitive way, one which you would appreciate. From memory it wasn’t about forcing the issue, more a way of coaxing the emotions to gently bubble and lift the lid to an articulated paradise. 🙂
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