For Love and No Money – Of Poets and Puppeteers
Every year millions of words are written for money and millions more for love.
I’ve been earning a living from my writing for around thirteen years and with each year, more and more, I have come to admire people who craft words with precision and skill for nothing more than the pleasure of shaping a beautiful sentence. For me, poets demonstrate the essence of pure writing. Poetry is Cinderella of the literary arts. Novelists and prose writers can always imagine that at some point they might earn a living from their words but even the finest, most successful poets are unlikely to every earn more than a few dollars from their work. They labour for love alone.
Puppetry is poetry’s theatrical equivalent. Artists who fall in love with puppetry are quirky souls who love the magic and drama of bringing inanimate objects to life. It’s definitely the preserve of the dedicated theatre practitioner which is why I never get tired of following the Professor and his crew of puppets around the country.
Anna Ryan-Punch’s poem about the poet Henry Lawson and Mr Punch brought together everything I love about poets, puppets and life on the road. Thanks, Anna. No strings attached.