By Nicholas Hooper
To read is to touch on another’s soul
rubbing on the corners of their thoughts,
feeling the edges of their words
until you taste, taste their substance of direction
travelling down a line of reflections
and finding a nub that they may have missed,
a hub of idea that eluded them until
brought to light by another.
It was there, all the time
hidden in folds of forgotten feelings,
lost down a tunnel of memory
that played a game but forgot its name
Now as the reader stretches out
the gaps between words,
the spaces between phrases,
the black full-stops between sentences,
the craggy cliffs between paragraphs,
a light shows through
fulfilling another’s memory,
finding another’s connections
and a subtext rises up
like a huge blue whale breaking
through the surface of the ocean
and blowing a plume of water
high into the air!
He’d never seen it,
she’d never known it
and mostly won’t
as a hundred universes
meet their own.
To write, to lay your soul bare
is the greatest risk.
Words that have many many meanings,
can be missed or misconstrued:
others may put their lives on them.
But hope to be read by a kind soul
who can find your path
and understand you.
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”
— Nick Hooper