Tuesday, 6 August 2013

Creative Writing: Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible in us be found.

Inspirational  Pema Chodron said this, not referring to creative writing classes but to life. But then, a creative writing class is a microcosm.


A wee planet by Alexandre Duret-Lutz
All human life was there.

SO...my homework of yesterday, my damned inspiration, my piece entitled 'Hidden' which I wrote in one mad flurry.

I didn't think too deeply about those words on the page. They were very personal, very black, very revealing. The irony doesn't escape me...there was the title and I was left anything but hidden once I'd read it out.

More...a bit shell-shocked.

So, the lovely people of Lewes asked the question, 'Where did that come from?' and I floundered.

'You don't have to answer that if you don't want to.'

'It was...from my past.'

A strange experience to be able to visit my past, an itinerant memory-catcher, and then to leave as quickly as I arrived.

By Steven Puetzer

Was it cathartic? I suppose, yes, in so far as it was a powerful experience to know I could go to a dark place and not be trapped there.

I found something indestructible.