Strange sometimes how one thing leads to another; how going to a poetry reading, or buying a new book of poetry, or meeting up with another writer for coffee can get you thinking about poetry and writing again, and get some new writing going. So, some early morning walks around the edge of Port Phillip Bay near my house, have awakened up some new ideas about writing. Like the image of a white ship, lit up, coming up the bay in the pre-dawn grey.
And reading ‘The Art of Travel’ got me looking at Wordsworth again for the first time in a long time, and then to the idea of the sublime, of finding a strange kind of intense pleasure or dread in certain specific landscapes: the energy of nature (waves, tides, volcanoes), mountains, deserts and ruins. It’s interesting to think of that Victorian desire to categorise and catalog them all, the landscapes and the reactions we have to them.The Sublime: An Overview