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the creative impulse

the creative impulse: i feel mildly uncomfortable as if i am wearing wool socks on a warm day. it is a need to create but beginnings are hard – it is difficult to find words for my feelings. trying to compose it is as though my legs are as rigid as stone and timber. i fall into a rhythm and words begin to fly – forming stanzas and it is like watching saplings become trees forming from the unconscious darkened underbrush. with pencil i paint a drift of snow white blossoms of the orange tree. words dry like watermarks and are a miniature sun.

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