Tuesday 27 November 2012

The Hollow Sky; The Hollow Sky

   I started on a new writing book, earlier in this semester. I got maybe six pages in, with some revelatory poems and ideas, and then I lost it. I lost it while I was traveling to the airport to go to Barrie ON. and when I returned to the West coast I had lost the impetus to write. I tried a couple of poems on the new typewriter and then I just stopped, consumed by the busyness of school, work, life. That isn't a great way to live, not writing. So I've been dancing on the edges of writing poetry again. I've been sketching and creating; I've been writing down my thoughts. I feel as though I am pregnant with words, but they have not come to term yet.
   The Undercurrent is entering a new phase of it's existence. It is growing beyond a singular vision, which is frightening and beautiful. We are making a blog called Undercurrent B-Sides, which is something I never thought we were going to do. We have been swirling in the maelstrom of controversy surrounding Trinity's impending CLAC unionization. At some point, when you begin to actualize ideas, they interact with the "other" and come back to you changed. You may not recognize what is coming back to you; you may be confused and angry; you may try to keep what you have made contained, keep the vision singular. But that is death. We tie up our own identity in the things we make, and when that changes, we feel that identity threatened. But since when is our identity self-contained; we negotiate it with the other. So we allow our identity to be pliable. Eventually this project will eclipse us and move beyond us, but until that point, we allow a part of ourselves to be negotiated with the "other". And that is life.