For the past few weeks, I’ve seriously curtailed my creative activity. Two of my last poems, Red Sailboat and Slo Shook, for me, represented a struggle. In my eyes, they lacked magic, passion, excitement. All the little ecstasies of spontaneous creation. Which I thought I might find again by doing something new and experimental with my poetry. Cluster Silence was an attempt to do just that. I was in a rut (a “creative crisis,” I called it in more dramatic moments). Yearning desperately for something different. But none of my poetic experiments delivered. So I pulled back. Figuring that when the time was right, I would know how to proceed.
And sure enough, in the wee hours of Monday morning, I awoke from a dream with a long-awaited solution: “I should collage!” As with all 3 a.m. ideas, I decided to give this one due consideration. It instantly felt PERFECT. So, after work on Monday, I went out and stocked up on supplies, including several entirely unrelated magazines, like National Geographic’s The Moon: Our Lunar Companion, Harper’s Bazaar, and Life’s Woodstock at 50. And here is the result–my first ever collage, titled “Very High Cosmos.” An observation: collaging isn’t very different from writing poetry at all (except for the x-acto knife, which I’ve got to practice with). And I’m already planning the next one. I think I’ve gotten my mojo back.