Here’s an exercise which I call Jumping into the Mud although it’s sometimes called by the more prosaic name automatic writing. The exercise helps to loosen my imagination, and sometimes a decent poem results as well.
invent a dialogue of such eloquence
that even the ants in your own
house won’t forget it.
In a museum, a woman looking at a Fork exhibited as a piece of art lets her imagination run wild.
In the last moments before childbirth, a mother sees how similar her life and her child’s life will be.
He ponders composing an ode
to his long time sidekick Death, but as his
own departure draws near their friendship
has grown problematic.
One powerful image can overthrow the whole decaying edifice of empiricism and thrust us back into the medieval mind of gods, miracles, witches, and the wonders of an empowered and … Continue reading
. Then, I know how to speak with a single voice, meandering onward, not clear whether anyone is listening, pushing on to the next word and the next, not with … Continue reading
With wit and humor, the author of “Eat, Pray, Love” talks about artistic creativity, imagination, and fear of success.