There’s something I haven’t seen for a few years now. It
used to be common late of an October afternoon to see a dark slate sky hanging
sullenly in the east; and in the west was a sun falling cold, but growing ever
more golden like the turning leaves. And any building on which the fierce but
fading light bestowed its radiance – especially the limestone masonry of a
mediaeval church – was burnished magically into a confection of toasted
saffron. And the saffron hue next the antique blue was such a splendid sight,
but it’s been a few years now…
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A heady memory, beautifully written.
I was a bit inebriated when I jotted that down, and very tired. It's interesting how different states of consciousness influence what you think about and how you express it.
Truly it is. Interesting, I mean. I find I write much better when I'm tired. My feeling is that when you're feeling sleepy, or a wee bit drunk (or in your case, both), you're less inhibited by your ego and ideas flow more freely. I've written some of my prettiest lines very late at night.
And you're usually more relaxed, of course. What do you write?
I listened to a very good -- and very funny -- lecture about when your brain drops into its theta rhythm, which is that state you enter in deep meditation or light sleep. Theta is special because it's the realm of your subconscious. Inspiration, incredible ideas, and insight... all those things happen in theta. Supposedly, you can train yourself to voluntarily spend time in theta, which seems like a great idea to me.
Oh, yes. I write short stories and books. Mostly the latter, these days.
I've long had a nagging interest in the subject of brain rhythms, but could never get to grips with it for some reason. I suppose I just never tried hard enough. Maybe it's a fear of getting too far from received perceptions of mundane reality and becoming even more isolated. Maybe I find it easier to take refuge in unprovable notions like 'all reality is illusion.' Such notions inevitably lead you to the unfathomable, but at least nobody can prove you wrong. What an admission!
Would it be possible to drag from you more information about your writing? What do you write about, for example, and do you have books on the shelves of shops?
An apology. 'Dragged' is an inappropriate mode of expression. I should have asked whether you might be persuaded.
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