Feeling restless? You aren’t the first. Let our friend Xe Sands introduce you to Lawrence’s views on the topic.
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Oh David Herbert. Thank you. I came to you tonight, at a loss. I saw the corner of Lady Chatterley’s Lover winking at me from under some miscellaneous papers in my studio (…what? I keep a copy in my studio for inspiration…AND?). I thought I might cull a snippet…I’ve got a favorite go-to part (no, not one of THOSE sections).
But you see, there’s very little light in my studio and well, that meant I’d have to find the piece I wanted to read online. Fine. I do a search. And I find the section I’m looking for…but I also find this: RESTLESSNESS.
It wasn’t supposed to be listed. The section was listing stories, books and other works, but not poetry. And yet, there was this one word: RESTLESSNESS.
You know, the trick with these moments is to stop thinking. Just shut yourself up and open to what is there to be seen/read/heard/experienced.
I clicked. And there was a poem by Lawrence that I had never read. And it spoke to me – of yearning, of restlessness, of escape. Hey, I’m hitting midlife – how could it not speak to me?
Anyway…better late than never, this week’s offering: RESTLESSNESS.
