Sometimes when you’re
slogging through writing a book you refer to simply as The Fucker, the best thing you can do to get your creative pistons firing again is to talk about anything else. Case in point: I give you a brief list of what we’ve discussed, in addition to “writing,” at my last 2 writers group meetings.
The Tesla is the most aesthetically pleasing car on the market, but it’s too long and would be tough to parallel park. If you’re going to Greece, you should forget Athens and spend time in Santorini. The benefits of tantric sex and our states of consciousness, or lack thereof. Dogs were first domesticated during the onset of our agricultural period by following humans home. Yoga can hurt your neck. Being charming is the #1 requisite for being a U.S. President. All of the presidential personalities back to Eisenhower. Can foxes be domesticated, or merely tamed? The most fascinating thing to see is an elephant using his trunk; the end of the trunk can do far more than the human hand.
And … horses can love, which led someone to quote this poem:
A BLESSING
BY James Wright
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
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What do you talk about in groups that you’re not supposed to talk about?
I cursed a bunch in front of some students yesterday. But they were creative writers, and it’s part of my so-called charm. 🙂
I’m having a harder time saying the F word in a group of people I don’t know. Must be old age and the worry about comportment.
Whoa. Did I just use the word comportment?
Damn I wish I had a writing group.
You and me both.
Me three. (cheesy, but apropos.)
Make sure you get one with a 90 yr old gentlemen in it. He’s the one who starts conversations about tantric sex and has hurt his neck doing yoga. 🙂
Duly noted. (did I just say duly??? 🙂 )
I don’t think I want to know anymore than that.
Oh, how I yearn for a horse!They flit in and out of my consciousness. I am not surprised they inspire others.
Having horses is such a dream for me, I’m afraid I’ll ruin the dream if I actually get one.
I meant to answer the question…
What do you talk about in groups that you’re not supposed to talk about?
The latest “group” i was in, had these tidbits circulating…the husband who left the wife after 20 years. Houses for sale in the neighborhood. Effective methods for weed control. Recipes. Ms. Pope’s b’day – she turned 106, and we all want to know what she’s eating/drinking. Pretty mundane stuff now that I’ve listed it. .
These are exactly the kinds of conversations that make me want to stay home alone. And sadly they happen ALL THE TIME.
Which is why I don’t go out much. I enjoy hubby’s company and my own – much more – even when I’m bitchy and can’t hardly stand myself.
Agreed. And I can tell I’ve spent the entirety of March with people — all good! — but I’m about to go into hibernation mode. With wine, of course. And dogs.
what fun is talking about the stuff you’re supposed to talk about? i find myself constantly asking questions and then thinking, “i probably should have ease my way toward that vs making it my opening statement.” but fuck it, we only have so much time and i want to talk about it all.