What kind of writer? by Sandra Horn
Here we are into a new calendar year, which I hope will bring you health and joy and creativity. The days are getting longer. The equinox has come and gone; here’s how it was and always is: a fulcrum a point of rest, a hair’s breadth, a held breath Earth turns towards light and life, by moments When I shared this with the writing group, the response was that it would only make sense to someone who had studied physics. I wonder – does it work anyway, whether or not a reader knows about levers? When I first read Four Quartets all those years ago, I was both enchanted and daunted by it. Enchanted because it moved me, spoke to me somehow, and daunted because I knew I wasn’t clever enough or educated enough to understand the allusions. I have gone on to read many other poems I didn’t fully understand but was captivated by – notably some by Eiléann nί Chuilleanáin and Alice Oswald, but now I can just bask in the pleasure the words give me. It’s like music – I have ...