So, like I said earlier I’ve been finding it hard lately to write.
Usually, I need a sense of sudden clarity to get started – the belief, however tenuous, that I have something specific to say or ask. Lately though my mind’s felt like a tray of seedlings. There’s something happening, but it’s mostly in the dark and early shoots give little information of what’s to come.
In the absence of that clarity, I’ve been reading lots and lots. To extend the metaphor above to its breaking point, I’ve been mulching. Here are some samples, drawn from my open tabs and bedside table.
“Does Truth Have a Tone?”, in which Lauren Alleyne interviews Jamaica Kincaid.
“Floral Experiments”, in which Suzanna turns flowers different colours.
and this, which shows drawings done by Onfim, a child in Medieval Novgorod.
In terms of books, I’ve been pretending to read Different Drum: Community Making and Peace by M. Scott Peck while actually reading Room by Emma Donaghue. There may be quotes from one or both here very soon.