Sometimes a project stalls*. Sometimes we can’t do everything. I’ve been trying to juggle writing, promoting my debut novel How Saints Die, being a mother, being a wife, performing, cleaning, worrying about money and how to make it. It feels like a mess I can’t sort out. Then I remembered in a Homeresque (Simpson not Iliad) epiphany of Doh! That’s why I started this project.
Because we can’t edit our lives out of the work.
It’s a celebration of the messiness of everyday life. It’s secular poetry in its clunky workingness, a resistance of the perfection of daily prayer, a go easy on yourself, good enough response to it. It’s made in the gaps of time we have between duties. In praise of the clutter – the crust, the dust, the musts we never quite get around to sorting.
So in that spirit I’ll be posting a Daily Mess as it falls. The mess might take the form of an actual spill, something my baby did, one of those WTF dreams, something I encounter or my hair. Whatever form it takes I hope it will cheer you, make you feel OK, help us all to understand that messiness, strangeness and realness is human and good enough.
*One big reason the project stalled is because one of the most important people on the project, John McGough, died. He was being treated for cancer but his body just couldn’t take any more. He was everything this project is about. He was the kind of person who made everyone feel good. Who looked inside you and made you see the good in yourself. His role within the project was the musician. But he made music his daily practice, a spiritual necessity. He never complained about it being work, he knew that was the devotion and privilege of being a music maker. He only regretted time not spent making. So please go make something even if it starts out broken, just try.