The flip side is that sometimes the poetry stream seems to run dry. Where do you find inspiration? Kelli discussed this recently—that you can get inspiration from the world and all its moments. You just have to get out in it.
But I think that there are different ways to be out in the world. I might be completely absorbed by whatever I’m doing. Or I might be casting about for poem ideas, viewing everything through that filter. The first way works better for me than the second way—but the second is oh, so tempting. (I feel like I’m doing something, like I’m being a writer!)
Perhaps there is a third way. At work, one of my colleagues writes an online comic. We’ll be in a team meeting, riffing along in our usual somewhat cynical mirth, and we’ll see him jotting down notes. Sure enough, in a day or a week, we’ll see the nugget of our conversation turned into a comic. Somehow, he has figured out how to be aware of what’s going on around him without letting his own awareness trip him up. Hmmm…
I was thinking about this while I walked home from the bus. I saw a thick stand of foxglove up the hill. I saw a tree that looked like it grew up dancing. But I did not see a poem. Maybe I was still looking too hard.
How do you do it? Where do you find inspiration? How do you watch?