Reading Deprivation

Thanks to writer/poet Bethany Reid, I have been reading the Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron and enjoying weekly conversations about the process with her and other “creatives” who committed to a 12 week journey and exploration of this book. Check out Bethany’s lovely blog for reflections about this process and much, much more.

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Week 4 in the book includes a week of “Reading Deprivation”.  Arggghhhh, was all I thought. Like any good addict, the first step is admitting you have a problem. And like most addicts, I was sure I didn’t fit the profile.

In a small panic, I wondered what I was going to do when: I ate (I often eat alone with a book my only companion), used the bathroom (yes, queens and kings of poetry, your books reside in lovely containers next to all three thrones), rode the ferry (good time to catch up on my reading!), went to bed at night (my current novel waiting for me), sat in the waiting room (what else would I do?), not to mention how I was going to finish my book club book.

I started this reading deprivation assignment yesterday morning. By lunch I had written down a few words for a poem. This morning I wrote the first draft. Last night instead of plopping down on the couch with a magazine or book, I organized my mess of writing, which had taken a back seat since our move this past summer to Port Ludlow. I listened to a Simon and Garfunkel album all the way through, just like I did when I was 15.

Today I woke up somewhat relieved I didn’t have to read. All those books I love to read were also reminders of all the books I had not read, all the music I had not heard, all the trips I would not take. I also understand the irony of reading a book to figure this out.

Slowly, I am beginning to understand, I need to whittle down my exposure to the world. With all its wonderful opportunities comes a bit of anxiety that I can’t do or have it all. It made me realize that I feel best when I create, and to create I need to unplug, slow down, pay attention.

Sometimes the things we love in our life are the things we have to let go of to move forward. Even if for a little while.

Thank you Bethany for the invitation to be part of this amazing dialogue. Thank you Julia Cameron for your wisdom.

Here is the first draft of a poem that came out of me letting go of one small thing and being open to what I might create in its place. I don’t usually share first drafts, but today I am not going to worry about it not being finished, but rather just share its beginning journey.

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Absent a book on the table, I chewed more slowly, listened more carefully as
Simon and Garfunkel sang: my mom doing laundry, hanging out shirts in the dirty
breeze, which snapped my memory to release,
while the words moved on, and I stayed back

at four or five, mesmerized by the wringer-washer on the deck of
the cabin, which even then seemed ancient to me.

Grandma fed Grandpa’s grey work pants and shirts between rollers
that slid flat and dry out the other side where they fell into a tub and
waited for the clothesline, while I stood near the hem of her

dress as she gently warned me to keep my hands away from the washer,
while the scrub jays yakked in the skinny firs and rhododendrons popped
pink alongside the trail to the lake—all of us bursting from a rare bit of sun.

She was a quiet woman but large in gesture, driving me
10 miles to and from town for a root beer float at the A&W.
Frying up her famous donuts and handing me the first greasy bag to take outside.
Tending my blistered feet with my mother after I had stepped into a fire.

Keeping for years the doll I wanted so desperately as a child,
wrapped in tissue in a box she used to hold her checks
which she placed in my hand as she lay dying,
still perfect in its silence.

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In poetry,

Carey


7 thoughts on “Reading Deprivation

  1. This was a great read as I’m always seeking ways to unleash my inner artist in this last quarter of my life. I will take a look at Bethany’s blog and the book ( because I can never have too many books !!)

    1. Sammy – Thanks for commenting. I am absolutely loving this book and am so happy to have a group to talk about the journey of becoming an artist “later in life’. Let me know what you think of it! Bethany’s poetry book Sparrow is also a lovely book of poetry.

      1. Thanks, Carey – I’m now following both of you and look forward to more interaction. My problem is too much research and reading time, and not enough ‘doing’ time. I could read blogs and books 24/7 with no problem. But I gotta spend ‘some’ time encouraging my inner artist to come out and play *grin*

        1. This comment so resonates with me. I could just read novels or go blog to blog (and play spider solitaire). You’re so right that the inner artist needs encouragement.

          1. Bethany,
            Thanks again for this practice, and extending the invitation to partake. I never considered myself unstructured until I retired from a very structured work life. I am finding a bit more structure actually helps me focus and stay grounded, but as with everything, it always about the balance. Let me know when you are in the neighborhood, and we will get some coffee.
            Carey

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