I like my own company and I always have. I’ve never minded spending time alone. I think because of this, I wouldn’t know or recognize if I was really feeling lonely.
I do think there’s a loneliness that comes along with being creative or an artist. If I had to label myself (although I think labels are for jars on shelves, not people), I’d definitely call myself a writer or poet, not an artist. At any rate, anyone who creates has a lion’s share of time alone working on “the thing.”
There’s a concert in memory for George Harrison where Billy Preston sings “My Sweet Lord.” It’s amazing. He is joy personified in his performance. All of the musicians paying tribute to George look pretty happy. Now, Billy Preston has natural talent as a musician. But behind that joyful performance, there has to be some loneliness.
There must’ve been times where he was alone for hours writing music or practicing piano, or just trying to figure out how to get the musical gifts locked in his mind out of his mind via his body.
This is the hardest, loneliest part for me, as a writer, the getting out.
Lingers No More
let it slide
let it fly
when it drops
gets on you
I get it all out
I get this all out of me
and it goes away