Words and Music by Sandra Horn
There’s a slight state of panic here. I think I’m being repetitive. When I sent my last blog in, I was immediately haunted by the idea that I’d written a very similar one before – but short of trawling through them all to check, I couldn’t be sure. I need time to put them all in a file and read through them. Not a happy prospect! It must be done, though, or I’m in danger of plagiarising myself over and over again as I run out of new ideas. I’m still stuck in writers’ block, which doesn’t help at all. Anyway, here goes: I know I’ve written about words, lovely words before, but this time I’m going for some new thoughts. I hope. I was once at a party and one of the other guests told me that she and her husband read poetry to each other in the evenings. ‘What a great idea!’I said, ‘I love poetry! It’s like music.’ She fixed me with a glassy stare, a mixture of extreme disapproval and alarm at my insane utterance, and said, firmly, ‘No.’ Then she went away to find a sensible perso...