Turns out, that ‘jangle’ I can hear is the sound of screeching tyres as they start to straighten and pick up traction post turning that metaphorical corner.
It’s New Year’s Eve 2019. I’m revving up the resolutions engine and letting 2020 be led by the heart. And in the process hoping I know what all that really means.
Understanding art as a way to accurately communicate something that would otherwise remain locked in your mind. The filter is what colours experiences as your own, not what stops you communicating it to others.
To do just the one thing is such an obvious piece of wisdom, but it is often forgotten. Upon finishing 'Stoner: A Novel', it seemed pertinent that writing this post be the one thing I do.
My review of Jonathan Lethem's 'The Ecstasy of Influence' may have been quite little, but the thoughts it sparked were a quite big. So hop on board this train of thought about influence and intimidation.
The less you write, the less you are a writer. But when you keep worrying about what's happening next, there's no time to expand upon what's happening now.
Seamus Heaney died this week, and with his poem 'Blackberry-Pickings' he has reminded me of the importance of honesty and the danger of influence when experiencing the disappointments of life.