I have found myself genuinely at a loss for words lately. I see many things, realize many things, go through many things, and yet nevertheless the articulation is not precisely present. The experience is, but the articulation less so. I am not troubled by this per say, indeed it is …
For I have learnedTo look on nature, not as in the hourOf thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimesThe still sad music of humanity,Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample powerTo chasten and subdue.—And I have feltA presence that disturbs me with the joyOf elevated thoughts – William Wordsworth from Tintern Abbey …
Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth – William Wordsworth, from Tintern Abbey Some of my oldest, fondest, and most cherished memories are rooted in nature. For as long as I can remember …
Some writers confuse authenticity, which they ought always to aim at, with originality, which they should never bother about. – W.H. Auden In our previous post on How To Write Every Day we discussed the origins of all writing and the necessity for Inspiration. You can revisit that post here. …
