12-22-2015, 06:49 AM
I do give myself permission to write crap, but that so ingrained I don't even realize it, I also give myself permission to not write. I don't know why I ever became so frantic about not being about to write. Anything decent will come of its own accord. I can go to all the inspiring stuff in the world and it doesn't mean something will demand to be written. I can be sleeping at night and wake up with a poem full formed that refuses to let me go back to sleep until I get up and write it down. Outside of improvement my skill-set and my craft (which I hardly do anymore), I have no control at all as to whether I will write a poem. For all I know I may have written my last. For me the muse of poetry is an imperious task master, it will decide when and where I will write: regardless of whatever it is that is made manifest and probably never read. I have come to peace with the fact that it will use me as it wishes and then go on vacation until it decides to return. Aloha Baby!
dale
Well..I always agree with ell, we have a secret pact, but I thought for the rare occasion Leanne and I agreed. Granted it would be a miracle, but it is the season...just read the "Book of Mary"
dale
Well..I always agree with ell, we have a secret pact, but I thought for the rare occasion Leanne and I agreed. Granted it would be a miracle, but it is the season...just read the "Book of Mary"
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.