On the Lilac Nod (with process footnote)

They say nicotine is harder to quit than heroin—well, tanka ain’t too damn easy either.

On the Lilac Nod

All day the June sun
wavers on the bowl of sky,
cooking up a scent
of lilacs the shared midnight
breezes shoot* into our veins.

*I knew, but it had escaped my conscious mind while writing this yesterday, that the genus name for the Lilac family is Syringa (“from the Greek syrinx, meaning a hollow tube or pipe”), which I’m sure is where the underlying image of shooting up came from. This is an example of why I say that most, almost all, of the process of artistic creation happens in the unconscious mind, and the conscious mind is only brought to bear to fine-tune.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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