I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. It's impossible not to remember wild an want it back.
Mary OliverRead
Walks work for me. I enter some arena that is neither conscious or unconscious.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the artistic process as a journey into a creative space beyond conscious thought.
In this quote, Mary Oliver describes her experience of walking as a form of artistic expression, where she enters a state that transcends the usual boundaries of awareness. This 'arena' suggests a creative flow that ignites inspiration and connects the artist to deeper thoughts and feelings, emphasizing the importance of immersing oneself in nature and movement to access this unfiltered creativity.
In practice
Sharing this quote during a discussion on the creative process in an art workshop.
I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. It's impossible not to remember wild an want it back.
At the time I was growing up, literature was involved with the so-called confessional poets. And I was not interested in that. I did not think that specific and personal perspective functioned well for the reader at all.
I know the sag of the unfinished poem. And I know the release of the poem that is finished.
For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.
If I have any lasting worth, it will be because I have tried to make people remember what the Earth is meant to look like.
Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.
Write because you love it and not because it is something that you think you should do. Always write about something or somebody you know about - something that you feel deeply and passionately about. Never try and force it.
Birds in flight fascinate me. I admire eagles and falcons. Iβm inspired by a feather but also its color, its graphics, its weightlessness and its engineering. Itβs so elaborate. In fact I try and transpose the beauty of a bird to women.
Language leads a double life - and so does the novelist. You chat with family and friends, you attend to your correspondence, you consult menus and shopping lists, you observe road signs, and so on. Then you enter your study, where language exists in quite another form - as the stuff of patterned artifice.
An exhibition is in many ways a series of conversations. Between the artist and viewer, curator and viewer, and between the works of art themselves. It clicks when an exhibition feels like it has answered some questions, and raised even more.
Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair. And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice
Songwriting wasn't my gift. I think you have to cultivate a gift; you have to practice and develop craft around your gift so that you can execute it in more convenient, efficient ways.
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