Where do you write
of what do you write…
“Writers”
write in busy, public locations other than a secluded or relaxed atmosphere—one
would have to assume—for many reasons. Is one of those reasons, for actual
in-depth, saturated production…Most likely not. To think so, one would also
need to assume a composer sits in a wrecking yard to create flowing, soothing,
sylvan preludes. Perhaps, to absorb atmosphere? then, what atmosphere? The
shallow prattle and sucking noise of a diner or coffee shop; shuffle and
negative atmosphere of the classroom; clatter and crushing humanity jostle,
diesel stink and brake squeal of the train or subway station; brain-wasted,
hops and urine stink of the local loser bar? The location in which one chooses
to write, must certainly affect their outcome.
My
guess: Basho (substitute any writer of substantial, meaningful works) absorbed
the essence of his surroundings transforming them to ink on paper. His work is
not only of the natural environment in which he spent endless hours, but also
his social environment, living, health and economic situation. All expressed in
his poetry.
Oh
sure, he spent a goodly number of hours, we’re told, at social butterfly renga
parties—everyone writing and sake-ing in any free grope direction—the “poetic”
results of these gatherings (though touted, by those haiku mesmerized, as
substantial) were in actuality, highly edited in a more subdued after-glow. The
results: overly long (for the sake of volume), many-many stanza’d, (editorially
refined?) disjointed conglomerations akin to a present-day society’s drunken holiday
party newsletter. Where’s the substantial energy in this? And is the resulting
product from these group-grabs, not reflective of the environment of the gathering
at that time?
Ol’
Banana Leaf did in fact say: ‘…if one
wants to know of the bamboo, let them go to the bamboo…’ Yes, that was a
suggestion about becoming one with one’s subject matter. But it equally, as
well, defines the results of surrounding input and interference…
I
think I’ll go to a nice quiet single malt, myself…
Max
tdc
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