Last year it was a skeptical approach.
I had registered for the Poetry Half Marathon, 12 poems in 12 hours. I was pretty sure I was going to fail. Being sure of failure took away the sting of a possible incomplete marathon. At the end of 12 straight hours of writing poetry, like my fellow marathoners I was exhausted. More than that, I was awed at the possibilities that participating in the half marathon opened up.
It is that awe and inspiration that gives me the courage to participate in the full marathon, 24 straight hours of creating poetry. How am I equipped for it? Firstly, keeping myself hydrated with plenty of water as the temperatures touch 30 degrees this weekend in Graz,Austria. Secondly, I plan to keep the inspiration flowing with my life’s bible, Letters to Theo by Vincent Van Gogh, in arms length. Thirdly, coffee. Fourthly, I plan to document my thoughts when I am not writing that hour’s poem, so that i can share them later with others. And finally, write as my thoughts bleed.