Exploring hope again.
So I am continuing work on my essay, writing about hope in the work of visual artists, but I’m also thinking about hope in my own work. How that might be.
I have started a short writing workshop , and have been introduced to a powerful poem by Denise Levertov, ‘For the New Year, 1981’, starting with the line
‘I have a small grain of hope-‘
The poet also compares hope to a piece from the root of an iris, where she says
‘Please share your fagment
so that yours will grow.
Only so, by division,
will hope increase’
Feeling my way towards the fine-grain texture of things, and the surprise of colour up close, and how that feels like hope.
For example, the flower of gorse in December, how a plant can flare up yellow in the grey-blue dusk light.