Day 173

What to write about. The early hours of the morning have arrived, I have parked the post I wrote, on the grounds it wasn’t working, and started to look for another 250 words.

This is post 2,701 by the way. I know this because the number 2,700 caught my eye when I was preparing to write. For some reason 2,700 seems like a significant number, where 2,701 doesn’t. Numbers are strange that way. Write 2,700 and it looks worthy of note, but 2,699 and 2,701 aren’t. They are too messy.

At the moment I am in the middle of a long dry spell, in a writing sense. I did submit a piece this morning but my haibun haven’t been doing well recently so I’m not holding out much hope. It’s also going to a magazine that has started demanding contributors write to a theme each issue and I’m not keen on that. It is another level of difficulty to worry about in writing the poem and it involves fine judgement. In Japanese forms of poetry they want more subtlety in handling  a theme than they do in English verse, and it’s easy to miss the mark. It’s like the poem I had rejected a while ago for obscurity. If you add a footnote you are being pretentious, if you don’t you are being obscure.

If it’s accepted it will be subtle. If it isn’t, it will miss the brief. Simple.

It’s like white space. The editor for today’s submission likes white space because it is a sign of things left unsaid (Japanese poetry is very big on things left unsaid) but other editors have criticised me for having too much white space – it detracts from the impact of the haiku according to one of them. The others just seem to like a single paragraph of prose with no gaps.

Eventually I will get going again. In the meantime, a rambling diarylike entry of 300 words will do to fill todays post. Sorry it wasn’t more insightful, but sometimes all I have to offer is a view of the inside of my head.

Meanwhile, there has been an earthquake in Afghanistan and people on the news are discussing how we deliver aid to a country where we don’t like the Government. The answer is, of course, that if you live in a country with any sort of moral values you send aid first and worry about politics second. I imagine it’s hard enough living there at the best of times but much, much worse if your house just fell on your head as you slept.

My worries aren’t really worth discussing compared to this, but they manged to sneak in as the first thing I spoke about. Strange how self-centred we can be.

8 thoughts on “Day 173

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  2. jodierichelle

    I understand your post. I’m finding it hard, these days, to think much past my own little life. Which I know is the worst reaction to these crazy times.

    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      The worst reaction would be to invade a neighbour or hold an illegal party. You are already considerably better as a person than most politicians. 🙂

      Your reaction is OK.

  3. tootlepedal

    The trouble is that you might end up with headlines shouting that we are giving aid to terrorists. You can’t have a civilised country without a civilised press.

    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      I am reminded of the famous quote that wasn’t actually by Gandhi – when asked about western civilisation he said he thought it would be a good idea. A bit like the press. 🙂

  4. Lavinia Ross

    There are always people better off and worse off than oneself, like sitting on that number line again, looking at infinity in either direction. I try to think of those things I am thankful for. You are right, things could always be much worse.

    Keep working at the poetry. You are good, and I know more acceptances will come.


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