Friday 20 November 2009

Poet quoet

The absence of drawings on this blog recently is probably more distressing for me than it is for anyone else, but it looks as if it may continue for a while. As a substitute, and for a change, here's a quote from my favourite dead poet, Ted Hughes. It's about writing but it applies equally well to drawing, and neatly ploughs over acres of theoretical claptrap about how to write - or how to draw:

… imagine what you are writing about. See it and live it. Do not think it up laboriously, as if you were working out mental arithmetic. Just look at it, touch it, smell it, listen to it, turn yourself into it. When you do this, the words look after themselves, like magic. If you do this you do not have to bother about commas and full stops or that sort of thing. You do not look at the words either. You keep your eyes, your ears, your nose, your taste, your touch, your whole being on the thing you are turning into words. The minute you flinch, and take your mind off this thing, and begin to look at the words and worry about them… then your worry goes into them and they set about killing each other. So you keep going as long as you can, then look back and see what you have written. After a bit of practice, and after telling yourself a few times that you do not care how other people have written about this thing, this is the way you find it; and after telling yourself you are going to use any old word that comes into your head so long as it seems right at the moment of writing it down, you will surprise yourself. You will read back through what you have written and you will get a shock. You will have captured a spirit, a creature.
Ted Hughes

3 comments:

Grumpy Optimist said...

Hughes writes for us all I would say.

Deb said...

Thanks for that. ill remember it when im mosaicing the bathroom this xmas time, though I doubt that's what Mr Hughes had in mind...

nonstickplans said...

I remember reading 'The Thought Fox', from Ted Hughes's first book, 'The Hawk in the Rain' and being convinced that I'd actually seen a fox nosing through the snow, as if he had literally 'captured a spirit, a creature'. It's my favourite poem.

Thanks for the comments. Debbie, your mosaics are wondrous. However I won't let you near my crockery.