...reading Jeannette Winterson. Art Objects (1995) a collection of essays about art and poetry. I want to be a poet again. Winterson is egging me on to read Virginia Woolf, and with snippets like this, who could refuse?
We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence. (The Waves)
ok, i've done the grocery shopping, I'm enthusing myself back into to the writing groove, and what do you think occurs to me but to put my quandary to song and sing it all the way from the kitchen to the desk?