A Rare Re-blog.

Since my brain’s a bit empty at the moment, I make no apology for copying something I read on another blog. It encapsulates why I think the nutty people are the best of people, and why I so miss Mad Jeffrey who seems to be in extended sleep mode at the moment. (Maybe a charming princess will come along and wake him up one of these days. Nothing like reversing the gender roles, eh?) Anyway, this is Elizabeth Gilbert writing about the poet Ruth Stone.

As [Stone] was growing up in rural Virginia, she would be out, working in the fields and she would feel and hear a poem coming at her from over the landscape. It was like a thunderous train of air and it would come barrelling down at her over the landscape. And when she felt it coming...cause it would shake the earth under her feet, she knew she had only one thing to do at that point. That was to, in her words, run like hell to the house as she would be chased by this poem. The whole deal was that she had to get to a piece of paper fast enough so that when it thundered through her, she could collect it and grab it on the page. Other times she wouldn't be fast enough, so she would be running and running, and she wouldn't get to the house, and the poem would barrel through her and she would miss it, and it would continue on across the landscape looking for 'another poet'. And then there were these times, there were moments where she would almost miss it. She is running to the house and is looking for the paper and the poem passes through her. She grabs a pencil just as it's going through her and she would reach out with her other hand and she would catch it. She would catch the poem by its tail and she would pull it backwards into her body as she was transcribing on the page. In those instances, the poem would come up on the page perfect and intact, but backwards, from the last word to the first.

I expect we’d put a fancy label on her these days – fill her up with medication, send her to some form of corrective ‘educational establishment,’ and subject her to a lifetime of psychotherapy.