connaissance nf
(1) savoirla ~ de qch (the) knowledge;
(2) (choses connues, science)~s knowledge;
(3) (personne) acquaintance.
(4) (conscience, lucidité) consciousness.
(5) (loc)à ma/sa/leur ~ to (the best of) my/his/her knowledge, as far as I know...
I caught the writing bug very young (and the reading bug younger still) and never really stopped. I'm not a great conversationalist and I think at some level writing tried to make up for this.
I was also encouraged by a number of people at various different times. That was important and somehow fixed the idea of being a writer in my head. These were poets, people who's opinions I respected and had to take seriously.
After that, there's a certain thrill from seeing your name in print from time to time and that keeps you going.
A lot of the writing on this blog stems from a desire to find the link between the geological and poetic sides of my life.
Deep down, I guess the desire to write arises from interior conflict. It's the road not taken that you wish you could have followed. It's the imagined life. The invented self.
It's also a way of reflecting on life. Becoming aware of what's happening to you and what you really think about things.
Finally, it's about the pleasure of making something completely unbreakable: a perfected poem.
3 comments:
Well done! But where does the writing, writing, writing come from?
Ah...
I caught the writing bug very young (and the reading bug younger still) and never really stopped. I'm not a great conversationalist and I think at some level writing tried to make up for this.
I was also encouraged by a number of people at various different times. That was important and somehow fixed the idea of being a writer in my head. These were poets, people who's opinions I respected and had to take seriously.
After that, there's a certain thrill from seeing your name in print from time to time and that keeps you going.
A lot of the writing on this blog stems from a desire to find the link between the geological and poetic sides of my life.
Deep down, I guess the desire to write arises from interior conflict. It's the road not taken that you wish you could have followed. It's the imagined life. The invented self.
It's also a way of reflecting on life. Becoming aware of what's happening to you and what you really think about things.
Finally, it's about the pleasure of making something completely unbreakable: a perfected poem.
A poetic meme! Evene though it is quite terse it somehow says a lot.
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