Thursday, December 04, 2008

Dave Church

The death of poet Dave Church last week was sobering news. Somehow it never seemed that any of us who were doing this would die. But die he did, in his taxi cab, apparently from a heart attack, and so the rest of us must die as well. There isn't always going to be next month, and then the month after that, to get your inspiration back--or your confidence back--and finally push on to write the poem or the book you always seemed to have in you.

Which is obvious, but it's amazing how easy it is to forget the obvious as we careen through our lives hung up on the importance of every little thing we do.

Hearing about Dave makes me realise I've got to stop messing around and get down to some good, hard work before it's too late. How foolish would it be if I dropped dead (not that I'm planning to), with eighty hours of overtime behind me that week and not even the ghost of a poem scratched down in one of my numerous notebooks?

2 comments:

Sharon Auberle said...

how very right you are, Fred, we are all just hanging on (and connected to each other) by a very slender thread...hope you're doing okay and on your way to good health and much, much writing.
blessings all over the place...

Fred Abbey said...

Thanks Sharon. Likewise. I can't claim to be in fantastic health but I'm still here, which is more than some people have, and there are a few little poems coming, with some greater clarity than I've had for a while about what matters. So maybe there's not such a great distance between winning and losing...