Sunday, September 29, 2013

365 Poems: Extraordinary

Day 272

Today's post courtesy of Anais Nin via Brain Pickings. Extraordinary words from an extraordinary artist.

As much as I love her words, it's not how I approach writing. For I'm enough of an imagist to find the ordinary is often extraordinary, the everyday is full of heroics and adventure, and worth writing about. But obviously I'm no Anais Nin.

Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous. I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension. But I am not always in what I call a state of grace. I have days of illuminations and fevers. I have days when the music in my head stops. Then I mend socks, prune trees, can fruits, polish furniture. But while I am doing this I feel I am not living.

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