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Noisy wordlessness
Oct. 26th, 2009 09:35 pm"They tell writing students to 'write what you know'. I think that advice is truly perverse." *
The 22nd annual Vancouver International Writers & Readers Festival ended yesterday. I went to events five days in a row - an experience saturated in words. Ideas are spinning through my head like autumn leaves.
A wild wind is blowing today; nature cannot be kept out, even by cement, steel, and brick. The wind screeches tree branches against the window. Pull in tight under the blanket. We're not so far from the caves – huddling to the fire, to each other – as the storm rages.
I've got words; other people's words, my words. I can string words into sentences, sentences into paragraphs, paragraphs into pages and pages of really bad fiction...
... except I don't know if I have anything to say.
*Leon Rooke, at The Tightrope, Vancouver International Writers Festival, 2009
The 22nd annual Vancouver International Writers & Readers Festival ended yesterday. I went to events five days in a row - an experience saturated in words. Ideas are spinning through my head like autumn leaves.
A wild wind is blowing today; nature cannot be kept out, even by cement, steel, and brick. The wind screeches tree branches against the window. Pull in tight under the blanket. We're not so far from the caves – huddling to the fire, to each other – as the storm rages.
I've got words; other people's words, my words. I can string words into sentences, sentences into paragraphs, paragraphs into pages and pages of really bad fiction...
... except I don't know if I have anything to say.
*Leon Rooke, at The Tightrope, Vancouver International Writers Festival, 2009
