Pietro's 'Moment of Crystallisation' - and - My Playlist, Your Radio Show.

Cover Photograph from Thomas Berry's 'The Dream of the Earth' (1988)

Writing is like any other skill, you’re bad at it without practice. And like any other skill, I do not practice enough. The banjo stands in its dusty case, the sewing machine sits idly in the loft and the thoughts running in my head rarely make it to the page. Or, when they do, they do an alarmingly underwhelming job at articulating whatever the magic was when it was an idea being conceived on the cold bathroom floor of my head. It’s safe to say, I am a bad writer. Many hours of writing are sat in my drafts, where I fumble over and over with a few ideas like a child trying not to drop a ball. Like any other skill, failure is essential for improvement. And like with any other skill, I do not want to fail.

This post was supposed to be about poetry and radio shows. That’s at least what I thought I wanted to write about when a few different ideas were cohabiting yesterday, in my brain. I was thinking about my interest in poetry and literature, and in nature and humankind’s relationship to it, and I thought oh blamo-whamo, here we go baby, there’s something here worth writing about. Now that I start trying to write, these tired, stiff writing muscles do not want to perform how I want them to. Thoughts become sentences, one after another. That’s me doing my best in order to articulate what was happening yesterday, behind the curtain. Against my own instinct, and likely yours too, I am going to try and stick this one out in pursuit of doing something instead of nothing. When it comes to my blog, when it comes to my day, when it comes to my life. So, bare with me if you can.

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