So what are we waiting for?

Yes, what? I opened imagining the results of flurried activity on the page, and here I am having to make the first post. Dear Ones, this is one of the Must parts of the module, so please get into character and act onto the page. At the end of the semester, you must have a minimum of two posts - and "I agree with X's saying that..." or " Can somebody forward OE notes" does not count as a post. At all.

Since our classes are about language, let the first post be about writing. For me, it is, home and unmapped territories both; it is light at the end of tunnels and it is the dark in those tunnels too. Every word is a vast kingdom of possibilities: some tyrannical, some magical, some impotent, some sly and others unformed.

I hope - at the beginning of each new year - to find in class at least a few willing to make that blind leap over the cliffs of grammar and composition into the tumultuous demonic waters of the raw word; to risk being undone and to labour at re-writing self. And every year there are a few unwary adventure-seekers.

OK, let's hear Rilke in Letters to the Young Poet. Google for the whole text:

You ask me whether your verses are good. You ask me. You have asked others
before.You send them to magazines. You compare them to other poems and you are
disturbed when certain editors reject your efforts. Noe(since you have allowed
me to advise you) I beg you to give up all that. You are looking outward , and
that above all, you should not do now. Nobody can counsel and help you,
nobody. There is only one single way. Go into yourself. Search for the reason that
bids you write; find out whether it is spreading out its roots in the deepest
places of your heart, acknowledge to yourself whether you would have to die if
it were denied you to write.