“Dismiss what insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem.” Walt Whitman
You can’t write from the head, any more you can dance from it. That doesn’t mean you can create without thought, but that thought is a tool. The energy and spirit of the poem comes from elsewhere.
As in dance the energy and spirit comes from the body and the heart and their reaction to the music and your partner’s movement.
If I did not write a little, or dance a little every day my body feels neglect.
Dylan Thomas talking of his discovery of language as a child:
“I cared for the shape of sound that their names, and the words describing their actions, made in my ears; I cared for the colours the words cast on my eyes.”
Speak aloud his poems and the words roll in your mouth like a water-smoothed stone.
As we develop, the mind edits. That’s fine as far as it goes; so long as we don’t confusing editing with creating.
Creativity is the act of translating feeling, as directly as possible. To bring Euridyce from the underworld without looking back?
If I don’t release in dance the energy the song seeks from my body I feel frustrated.
What we perceive to be products of the intellect ultimately have value in proportion to the depth of their roots in the dreams of our creative spirit.