June 2010 ~ I want to write a narrative, poetic sequence about the trials of Humankind. It’s a big subject but as I believe the principal elements may be whittled down to a few simple milestones ~ CONCEPTION, resonance, BIRTH, acceptance, GROWTH, knowledge, MATURITY, experience and so on, it will not be too onerous and therefore too boring to create. I don’t know much about how the publication will look except that the language will be sparse, to the bone and there will be illustrations which may or may not describe the meaning. It’s more likely the illustrations will add a further dimension. So the outcome remains morphic.
I’m always excited at the beginning of a journey especially when I have absolutely no idea where it will end, let alone where it’s to start. On this occasion, all I know for certain is that I must be an itinerant harvester, a hunter-gatherer of snippets, a recorder of gobs of everyday comings and goings and then, at some point in the future, I will reflect upon how the thoughts and phrasing might fit together coherently.
I have to start it somewhere, so I’ve wheeled out the motorbike and will ride it slowly along the coast road from Lynton to Porlock beach.
“Me I’m just a lawnmower, you can tell by the way I walk” Genesis
© Rivenrod 2011