When you start to write, really write, write about what matters, you learn that the words, if you wait for them, will come to you. Delicately or urgently, they will make their approach. The writer sits there with language flickering around him or her like a nervous element, darting, volatile, fastidious sometimes, but always seeking relationship. It won’t be pushed. It won’t be hurried. You want to say something, to express some image or idea that’s been jagging in your brain like an enormous stammer. Skull-pressure, a fierce blank. No words, no words. But quietly, sit quietly, behave yourself, and here they come.
November’s pre-election Pilgrim is full of writers meeting their words. Roger Morris rides the loops of Time; Jean wanders between waking and sleep; Laurel Lambert opens her heart; and Ricardo wrestles with actual conditions. We are also proud to present an extract from Neutronberg and the Spirit of Life – a one-of-a-kind poetic-holistic vision, illuminated from within, that will shortly be published in full by No Fixed Address Press.
We welcome to our pages Gage, Tony, Richard, Darrel Bompastore, Rebecca Carey, Kathryn Gallagher, Paula Nelson, Charles Ogua, Garrett Barrett, Troy Anthony Brown, Ken King and Luis P, and we rejoice in the return of our friend Spider.