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The Space Writing down the bones cannot be done on your back. When Natalie Goldberg, wrote, "Writing Down the Bones", she was consciously sitting and focused. With the recording computer chip that is in my head I write about what I think and what is said. Nothing is left out so nothing is clear and a jumble mess is what appears. With too much told there is nothing left to reflect. No reading between the lines because all the lines are met. To make music there is a space between the notes, if not it would be just one continuous sound. And so I have found with writing too, that there has to be the untold. The reader need and wants to make their own conclusions, from time to time, from space to space. A gap, and gouge to across. When you are in the flow you swing like a sugar glider. Your depth deep enough to swim with the dolphins. And you go from glaciers to glades within the space. And that my fellow poets is the saving grace. |
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