My Toggle Switch
Like the toggle switch that activates
my automatic and incessant slapping
of paint on canvas,
I seem to have a need to spew
my thoughts once the writing switch
has been pushed to the ON position.
Perhaps words drool out
absentmindedly in a received
or automatic manner.
Or I might just be acting
as a word camera focusing on
some feature that catches my attention.
For whatever reason, I write.
Somehow, once turned "on"
the writing mode picks up
its own momentum
and I make a pile of words
that may be of interest or are not.
Hopefully, they are not deadly and boring.
What I understand is, for me,
I work not so much in a fever,
but intently, prolifically.
I have a switch inside me that is
I focus with the same energy best
on a large project I can run with,
multiple paintings at a time
or 50 large sheets of handmade rag a day,
or whatever poems or stories
pop into my head
whether awake of asleep.
That is just the way it goes.
And, it is not like I work to get
a quantity completed quickly or
become bored with one piece and move on.
I often stay on the same road,
highway, path, river, toboggan run,
and let the work evolve.
The pieces happen one after another.
I only run out of time or materials.
Usually not for long.
Paris 2017 #84