A while ago, when I was thinking about having children, a woman who used to come to a lot of my poetry gigs recommended that I read a book called “The Divided Heart” which looked at the relationship of artists – women artists in particular – with motherhood.
I never read the book as I never had the children, though I’m certain that there would be something of value in the messages, notwithstanding their direct applicability to my life. I often worry that to succeed at one thing means to fail at another, and a lack of complete commitment to one endeavour means I never really succeed at any.
Take this morning for example. Betsy and I are finally performing the whole set of poems for the Queensland Poetry Festival (this afternoon at the Judith Wright Centre at 3.15pm). I’ve juggled the various questions about inviting co-workers and harassing friends to attend. And there’s no question that I am hauntingly aware of my disproportionate investment relative to the financial rewards of performance.
But still, my heart has other places it wishes to be. It says – good luck friend on your ride! It wonders if this Clown is coming to Epic Cycles, as I have heard the rumours. It thinks, I wonder if I can go to Bike Polo on Wednesdays and is excited to hear about the 4th Kurilpa Derby. And Dom and Allie are leaving to ride in Seattle.
So much going on.
Just gotta go fall in and out of love first.
See you soon.
I include this wonderful track so that you may see what can be done with a riding helmet. Giro. You just feel free to import that helmet okay peeps.