I’ve been seeking out poems and quotations that convey the spirit of Wild Words. Here are a few that have nudged at my shoulder, grabbed at my sleeve, or tousled my hair: “The mind I love most must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.”
Katherine Mansfield, ‘Katherine Mansfield Notebooks: Complete Edition’.
“Writing starts with living.”
L.L. Barkat, ‘Rumors of Water: Thoughts on Creativity and Writing’.
“The artist is a translator; one who has learnt how to pass into her own language the languages gathered from stones, from birds, from dreams, from the body, from the material world, from the invisible world, from sex, from death, from love. A different language is a different reality; what is the language, the world, of stones? What is the language, the world, of birds? Of atoms? Of microbes of colours? Of air?”
Jeanette Winterson, ‘Art Objects’
“The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.”