...for an irresponsibly long time is bound to result in either soggy biscuits at the bottom of your teacup or some rather profound thoughts. i came across mine while reading Rilkes’ Letters to a Young Poet and dunking said biscuits. in the very first of his letters to his then-unknown anguished protege, Rilke in his warm-hearted deeply philosophical way, says,
“ask yourself in the stillest hour of the night: must i write?”
and that, my dear reader, is why this blog is here and most certainly, the biscuits are not.
however, as Rilke also said,
“the creator must be a world for himself and find everything in himself and in Nature to whom he has attached himself”
which means that unless you are willing to go out on a limb and write with your heart, don't. we all know its as big a risk as dunking a biscuit, but writing feeds the appetite...and anything that feeds the appetite – of love, of life, of being – is quite simply, soul-full, and as delicious as the crisp snap of a gingernut.
there are tips and blogs and youtubes galore on how to perfectly dunk your biscuit. im pretty positive also, that with time and patience i too can perfect the fine art of biscuit dunking while my thoughts do a merry jig and my pencil tells tales.
i hadn't written for the longest time, and although the yearning was strong, the mind was occupied with other things, such as life... which i realised, that the living of life, is, the nature to which we are attached and therefore must write about.
of course it does.
now have another biscuit…