03-23-2014, 06:47 AM
I think it probably stemmed from my use of the word "idea", or the phrase "idea of the poem". When I'm composing something, there's something that matters to me, that's everything to me when I'm in it, something that's evolving, something I'm chasing down, something I'm trying to creatively realize. Absent that, I wouldn't waste a moment's time on verse.
That's what I meant by the idea of the poem. It's there throughout the process. Most of the times I've given up on a poem, crumbled up and threw in the can, was the result of having lost interest in the idea of it, of having deemed it no longer worth fighting for. There's many other things I like to do.
Anyway...
That's what I meant by the idea of the poem. It's there throughout the process. Most of the times I've given up on a poem, crumbled up and threw in the can, was the result of having lost interest in the idea of it, of having deemed it no longer worth fighting for. There's many other things I like to do.
Anyway...
You can't hate me more than I hate myself. I win.
"When the spirit of justice eloped on the wings
Of a quivering vibrato's bittersweet sting."
"When the spirit of justice eloped on the wings
Of a quivering vibrato's bittersweet sting."