Poets and writers could and should pull from their past experiences to give honesty and depth to their pieces.
I myself am not a poet, nor will I ever be. I am a vessel that transcribes words, phrases, occasional rhymes, in to pieces from ethereal promptings, muse, the universe, Monad?
I let go of myself, and allow the promptings to flow through myself. Never knowing when or how it will end.
Kerouac’s rule of “First thought best thought” is the closest explanation that I have come across that articulates this process. I … Do not… own my own words, or rather, very rarely do, therefore “editing” would be blasphemous.
The difference between Kerouac’s philosophy and my journey has been simply, that what I write are not thoughts, or experiences, or memories or personal feelings an opinions. I maintain an openness for myself to be the vessel to tranced written pieces from another source. The irony is when I do attempt to “write” I find my self getting in my own way, procrastinating, wandering within my own thoughts, where I find myself actively picking and choosing experiences, emotions, colours, adjectives, archetypes, trying so hard to focus in producing work with the elements that I dislike or find cheesey in other works… Maybe it’s a form of fear, ego, but the results are often in my own opinion weaker pieces written by my own hand. To dissolve self, ego, and always be open to the promptings in my opinion is a lifestyle, constant state of mind, and with it comes lack of writers block or sensitivity to one’s piece as their is no defense mechanisms activated if someone critics a piece, because of the distance it has come from and the lack of personal and emotional connection that comes directly as a result of it’s true source.
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The universe is within you
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