it’s strange to feel i can’t write any more all these unfinished entries these beginnings of words to fill this space that seem to peter out to nothing to what’s the point to it’ll make no difference anyway this unusual activity this writing words on an empty page
Oh Jo. I'm not surprised to hear writing has...paused. It won't have ended. You know. You know,
But Olly and the immediacy of his early loss' visceral link to thoughts of Susie - and then that utterly beautiful substack you just wrote about Susie - will all have exhausted you and wrung you dry. We are still in winter and its so isolating. Sunshine and warmth yet to come. So I raise a glsss to life and to your words and you.
Jo, things are NOT going to change for the better. We are in a phase of inexorable decline, especially in politics which is where decisions to change or muddle on are made, or not made. These are dark days in what is now a failed state Creative people with a vision, like you, will have to adapt to that reality and see what light they see and what improvements they can make in life, their life and that of others. You must return to making theatre.
Dear Jo, thank you for sharing these words. From where you are today. So very human and humanizing. Shame, sadness, death, futility...oh it visits us all. It visits me regualrly. It visits throughout a life that is also filled with joy and blessings. To hear you share yours today makes mine feel less overwhelming.
Lovely poem, but please Jo, learn to love yourself and to believe in yourself. You are a highly talented person, and I look forward to you surprising us all with a spurt of late production. We can talk abut late Ibsen, late Chekhov, late Aeschylus, and these are works noted for a new depth and a new vision of life. That should be your aim. Don't forget the past and the people in it, but live and write NOW. You owe it to all your friends and admirers, who are legion.
Oh Jo. I'm not surprised to hear writing has...paused. It won't have ended. You know. You know,
But Olly and the immediacy of his early loss' visceral link to thoughts of Susie - and then that utterly beautiful substack you just wrote about Susie - will all have exhausted you and wrung you dry. We are still in winter and its so isolating. Sunshine and warmth yet to come. So I raise a glsss to life and to your words and you.
Jo, things are NOT going to change for the better. We are in a phase of inexorable decline, especially in politics which is where decisions to change or muddle on are made, or not made. These are dark days in what is now a failed state Creative people with a vision, like you, will have to adapt to that reality and see what light they see and what improvements they can make in life, their life and that of others. You must return to making theatre.
Dear Jo, thank you for sharing these words. From where you are today. So very human and humanizing. Shame, sadness, death, futility...oh it visits us all. It visits me regualrly. It visits throughout a life that is also filled with joy and blessings. To hear you share yours today makes mine feel less overwhelming.
Lovely poem, but please Jo, learn to love yourself and to believe in yourself. You are a highly talented person, and I look forward to you surprising us all with a spurt of late production. We can talk abut late Ibsen, late Chekhov, late Aeschylus, and these are works noted for a new depth and a new vision of life. That should be your aim. Don't forget the past and the people in it, but live and write NOW. You owe it to all your friends and admirers, who are legion.
"As ginger as a gingernut biscuit" will live with me long. As will "She met Jsnis Jolin in the queue for the loo." x