Geurtze, Cricket Night, Undated
Thus I fell into surprise. No one told me to surprise
myself, I might add. I came on the old and best ways of writing through
ignorance and experiment and was startled when truths leaped out of bushes like
quail before gunshot. I blundered into creativity as blindly as any child
learning to walk and see. I learned to let my senses and my Past tell me all
that was somehow true.
So, I turned myself into a boy running to bring a dipper of
clear rainwater out of that barrel by the side of the house. And, of course,
the more water you dip out the more flows in. The flow has never ceased. Once I
learned to keep going back and back again to those times, I had plenty of
memories and sense impressions to play with, not work with, no, play
with.
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