I am a miner, sifting through the silt of the mental dump of creative ideas, books, magazine articles, paintings and photographs and staged performances, digging into the morass of travels, conversations, jobs, and dreams. Most days turn up little more than ore, which is put on the page, eventually to be smelted into a bar … Continue reading The work of writing
Category: Thoughts on writing
Writing dust
My memories are stacked cheek by jowl in the back of my mind. All of the interesting places I've been, all of the different lives I've seen, all of the cultures I've learned about, smells, tastes, music, smiles, ideologies. The different expressions I've seen and danced, the embraces, the kisses, the hardships and luxuries have … Continue reading Writing dust
Expressing anger
I wish I had another way to express myself when I'm angry. Writing intellectualises it, and I want a more primal expression of my rage. I want to scream with creation, splash my anger across a canvas, rip and tear and shred and end up with a representation of how pissed off I am. I … Continue reading Expressing anger
The body as memory
My body knows it has memory, of pristine lines in brightly lit dance studios, floors speckled with rosin and grit, smelling of pine, hairspray, sweat. Clean things. Bright things. Moving with easy memory of millions of plies at the barre, in the centre, in preparation for every movement, catching the end of every step, jump, … Continue reading The body as memory
Sarah Bonnar 