Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Embracing & Encouraging Change

In order for change to occur in our lives we have to make room for it. We all often talk about how we wish things could be like this or that, but as we look around us at our friends, family, and work colleagues; we see how little change actually occurs. Worse still when we look at ourselves and realise that we've been saying almost the same things since we were seventeen, and we still haven't done much about it.


Change means that things will no longer be the same. perhaps it's that we want surety and security before moving on. We want a new lover in place to move onto, the house deal sealed, the whole book laid out in great detail; all before we will risk a step. But there has to be a gap in order for anything new to come, and it is that gap we are afraid of. Failure may lurk in the gaps: what if no one will love us? What if I end up looking a fool?


To live in the gaps takes a great deal of radical honesty with oneself. It is nobody else's business necessarily, but we must not lie to ourselves about where we are. The only way across the gap is one tiny step followed by another, hopefully with a lot of love, humour and humility in place, and if one has good friends and decent family then so much the better, but it is still us and the gap. Someone once asked Ernest Hemingway how he wrote a novel, he said 'I write one line, then I write the next line, like a bricklayer.' What bravery it takes to embark on making this life a life, what heroism to write a poem and to really write a poem, not just play the same few language tricks because our friends will write nice comments on our blog or facebook. How amazing to say 'I Don't Know' and then to begin right at the beginning, to read books because in order to write them you have to love books and stories.


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It is all change here at Siddique Towers. The joiner is in today building shelves into what will become our new office, and I'm practising exercises from "Writing Down The Bones' - going right back to some kind of beginning to find a new way.


We're moving office again after a couple of very happy years in the office by the river. Coming here allowed me to finish Full Blood, which had been my life's ambition as a writer... So now there is change. What does one do when you have actually achieved a major life goal? What does one write next?


This year is my twentieth year as a writer. I have the first poem I ever wrote in front of me. I'll be recording it as part of a special series of poems to go live next month, as I began writing for real in October 1991 and want to celebrate that in poetry. Given the remarkable fact of having written something almost every day for twenty years, we have decided to make some massive changes. Change is life it seems. Trying to hold on to sameness, resisting change, writing the same thing again under the delusion that it will help to keep our readers - all those things taste of death.


This afternoon I am going to give notice on the current office and begin the process of moving a small library and all the business stuff to the new space. New books need new places.. for me they do at least. To write Full Blood I had to travel: Spain, America, India. The writer needs change, must learn not just to accept it but to pursue it in order to find out who we are. It is a daily revolution which no one else will notice. It is such a beautiful world.


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Monday, 12 September 2011

Vine Moon - Fire




'To Learn From Each Thing'

Written & Spoken by John Siddique
Animation & Concept by Raul Torres & Britt Wallstrom
Music by Katie Chatburn
Direction & Supervision by Walter Santucci

Friday, 9 September 2011

THIRST - A Poem For Who We've Become Since 9/11


From FULL BLOOD



THIRST

Imagine thirst without knowing water.
And you ask me what freedom means.
Imagine love without love.

Some things are unthinkable,
until one day the unthinkable is here.
Imagine thirst without knowing water.

Some things we assume just are as they are,
no action is taken to make or sustain them.
Imagine love without love.

It is fear that eats the heart: fear and
endless talk, and not risking a step.
Imagine thirst without knowing water.

Fold away your beautiful thoughts.
Talk away curiosity, chatter away truth.
Imagine love without love.

Imagine believing in the whispers,
the screams and the gossip. Dancing to a tune
with no song to sing inside you.
Imagine love without love.


© John Siddique 2011

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Photos (C) John Siddique