avatarJenine "Jeni" Baines

Summary

The poem "The Clouds of Unknowing" uses the metaphor of clouds to explore the struggle with writer's block and the creative process.

Abstract

"The Clouds of Unknowing" is a reflective poem that delves into the experience of writer's block, likening the mental fog to clouds that suffocate rather than nourish. The author describes the frustration of being unable to produce words, comparing it to a stifling closeness and a futile game of hide and seek in hell. The act of gardening, specifically deadheading zinnias, becomes a metaphor for the desire to clear the mind and spark new ideas. The poem suggests that through persistence and trust in the creative process, the clouds of unknowing will eventually lift, allowing the desired words to emerge. The piece is inspired by the concept of embracing boredom to enhance productivity, as mentioned in a related article by Matt Inman.

Opinions

  • The author views writer's block as an oppressive force, akin to clouds that withhold rain, symbolizing the absence of creative output.
  • There is a sense of claustrophobia and discomfort associated with the creative drought, as if being physically crowded by the metaphorical clouds.
  • The poem conveys a longing to break through the mental block, using the imagery of decapitating flowers as a substitute for the inability to directly control one's thoughts.
  • The author seems to find some solace or therapeutic action in repetitive tasks like deadheading flowers, which mirrors the repetitive nature of attempting to overcome writer's block.
  • Trust in the creative process is presented as a necessary component for surpassing writer's block, with the expectation that patience and persistence will lead to a breakthrough.
  • The poem acknowledges a debt to Matt Inman's thoughts on boredom's role in enhancing productivity, suggesting that disengagement can paradoxically lead to creative and productive outcomes.

The Clouds of Unknowing

A poem on coping with writer’s block

Ever notice how the brain looks like a cloud? Photo by Timothy Dykes on Unsplash

“So be very careful how you spend your time. There is nothing more precious.” The Cloud of Unknowing (by Anonymous)

It’s too hot. I blame the clouds. Rather than rain, they hover — like people who stand so close you feel their breath, hold yours, and fight releasing rivulets of sweat.

Clouds as CT scan. I’m strapped within what I’ve summoned, like attracting like-minded —

fleeing my inner fog, feverishly deadheading the zinnias because I can’t decapitate my brain.

Oh, with one snip, to bloom a new storm-system

of synapses! To banish this game — a Hide and Seek in hell where words dance within reach my sightless spirit with two left feet.

What can I do but sigh and snip, snip again and again – trusting the clouds of unknowing will lift

and the words of this poem emerge.

Image by Kate Cox from Pixabay

Thank you, Matt Inman, for inspiring this game of Hide and Seek with your words, “the joy of boredom.”

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