
In Week Eleven of The Artist’s Way Julia Cameron says: ‘The idea that money validates my credibility is very hard to shake.’ I’d take this even further but substituting ‘money’ with ‘suffering’ or ‘childhood sexual abuse’ or ‘conformity’ or ‘pick your own.’ There are so many sets of standards to measure validation that one can always find one that deems them not deserving. Maybe its the nature of ‘credibility’ that needs to be examined. Perhaps validation & credibility a manifestations of co-dependency – the need for a sense of self defined by outside forces.

I know we are ultimately defined by our culture’s standards but that is no reason not to question or even resist those perimeters. Sure, making money as a creator is a good thing, I’d love to get paid for blogging 🙂 Very few poets I know earn enough $ from their actual poetry to made a decent living – they struggle for grants, teach creative writing, edit for other writers. But that’s a rant for another post 🙂
Watched an amazing interview/biography of Toni Morrison. One of the things she talks about is writing for the white-gaze & when she stopped doing that her writing took on a a different sense, she was freed of needing to satisfy that gaze. This resonated with me as an issue of autonomy. In looking over my archive & greater depth than ever I see how much of what I wrote was written for the heterosexual-gaze.

Work that I pushed to make universal so the emotions were human, as opposed to being specific to me & my sexuality. Not that there isn’t an intersection of those emotions but I was suppressing direct gay sexuality to be more accessible, acceptable?
When I stopped suppressing my gay-gaze my poetry became more personal, more honest & so direct that my performance opportunities declined. I was a bit disappointed but who cares, right? My writing is what it is. I once had an agent tell me my sex scenes were too explicit. I guess was not writing for the heterosexual-gaze anymore 🙂 Autonomy 🙂

One of the tasks is another list of dreams but dreams in different categories – health, possessions, leisure, relationships, creativity, career & spirituality. Wishes with no thought as to practicality. This was a challenge in the light of the covid pandemic – every list included covid resistance, vaccine in first spot. It’s hard to dream of a future with this sort of threat – much like the 60s fear of nuclear holocaust that coloured our lives. But I survived that holocaust & I’ll survive this one.

Beyond Instinct
1 – ode to didgeridoo
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we are invited to travel
along a river of breath
chatter fades after the first vibrations
as we immerse in the deep C
notes below the harmonic of hearing
dark trilling the mud mind
the ear canal overfills gently
no room to hear anything more
a wordless dialogue in sound
digs us deep from the moment
into pre-animal instincts
the music before birth
beyond notes seeking a sharp landing
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2
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someone asked me
where did these words
‘dark trilling the mud mind’
come from
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I wasn’t sure what to say
I’ve spent to many years
deconstructing the dictionary
there was nothing left to say
there is no where
there is no way to take you there
I’m lost in this horizon
setting you straight is beyond me
can’t tell where I’m coming from
not quite sure where I am going
but I know I’m here
caught in a fulminating flux
by a power greater than myself
something I’ll never understand
as long as I open the the experience
there is no logic to capture
the freedom of the flow
the where words come from
isn’t up to me
anything I say will only disappoint
or turn into my weaving
some self-indulgent web
a wordless dialogue in sound
to lead you to my bed
in an attempt to humanize myself
so you see the me beyond the dictionary
July 2007

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