dbqp: visualizing poetics

I have not been productive of late. At least not in any way I'd like to be. The act of creating has become not difficult but rare. It's not that I cannot make anything. It is that I have no will to make. Only desire. And, as every melodrama teaches us, desire is what destroys us. Desire without the calming force of fulfillment causes tension even, so it seems, in a person almost devoid of productive drive.

So tonight I forced myself to work on a poem, a visual poem, the idea for which has been rattling inside my head for a couple of months but the outlines of which are still vague. I learn what I want to create through the process of creation. No amount of pre-planning can prepare me for whatever will happen.

I unwrapped a canvas tonight, a basswood canvas attached to a deep pine frame.