One of the most dislocating experiences I've had was when reading
Rilke on a bus. I looked up and didn't recognise where I was, and
thought I was had caught the wrong bus and was lost. In a slight
panic I got off, only to look around and realise I was on a street
corner I had passed literally hundreds of times. Somehow my
perceptions had become totally slewed and I was seeing the familiar
from an angle I simply did not recognise. It left me feeling very
odd for days.
Best
Alison
>On Friday 28 December 2001 09:37, Dave wrote:
>
>> I used to love having 'something else to do' but lately the
>> vocabulary of that 'something else' seemed to go haywire, and invasive, as
>> has the news, so the protected space for poetry feels increasingly
>> unprotected.
>
>Dave, I had a reverse experience once when my writing invaded my work
>schedule. I had a meeting to attend and while walking to work decided to get
>inside the head of a rather damaged character I was inventing in the hope of
>writing some monologues. The result was I disassociated, ended up some way
>pass where I worked in a street I did not know and was 45 minute late for the
>meeting.
>
>best, Chris Jones
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