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« Reply #1 on: July 17, 2009, 04:14:17 PM » |
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I don't know if forcing a poem out every day works, but I also know that writing every three months definitely doesn't work. In fact it only succeeds in making you terrified of writing. |
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When you get blue and you've lost all your dreams, there's nothing like a campfire and a can of beans. |
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« Reply #2 on: July 17, 2009, 04:18:27 PM » |
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« Reply #3 on: July 17, 2009, 04:21:48 PM » |
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Blech. Gary. Although I use the term frequently, I'm loath to call anyone a poet. Partially because that term has been marred by the tragic phenomenon of slam poetry, but also because there seems to be some distinct quality historically associated with poets that seems defunct, and rightfully so. I don't know. But yeah... Gary. Blech. |
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When you get blue and you've lost all your dreams, there's nothing like a campfire and a can of beans. |
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« Reply #4 on: July 17, 2009, 04:24:14 PM » |
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« Reply #5 on: July 17, 2009, 05:27:29 PM » |
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« Reply #6 on: July 17, 2009, 09:08:34 PM » |
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When you get blue and you've lost all your dreams, there's nothing like a campfire and a can of beans. |
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« Reply #7 on: July 17, 2009, 11:48:01 PM » |
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« Reply #8 on: July 18, 2009, 08:45:29 AM » |
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What works is to write every day at different times. But only until you can see that "inspiration" is shit. Once you can write any time you want you are free. So many people get stuck because they think they have to be inspired. It hasn't worked that way for me. Writing is a job, and the people who think that they have something to say, and then want "quiet, uninterrupted time to write" are fooling themselves. Write everyday, sure. But only until you can see that writing is something you do. Not something you are inspired to do. |
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"The castigation of fools is, of course, an ancient and honorable task of writers and, unless very poorly done, an enterprise that will usually entertain those who behold it." ~ Richard Mitchell |
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« Reply #9 on: July 20, 2009, 04:23:34 AM » |
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I'm constantly writing in my head, but since the baby arrived, I've found myself having to write on anything that comes to hand, rather than in my journals. Ed bought me a folder to keep all the random scraps of paper that I accumulate on a daily basis. It makes it easier when recycling day comes around. |
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« Reply #10 on: July 21, 2009, 02:01:49 AM » |
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i can't fucking write shit. i can't write a motherfucking thing. i cannot even write three words. i wrote these words. but i cannot write poems. i can't write poems, man. i'm fucked. |
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« Reply #11 on: July 21, 2009, 08:56:00 AM » |
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Being unable to write is akin to being unable to ejaculate. They both suck. I was attempting to go somewhere clever with that, but I failed. I've often found that one thing that really helps me write is a state of relaxation. That makes me a terrible writer, I know, because when is anyone really relaxed? However you're probably a lot more on edge than you've been in the past, given your situation, so it's no surprise that you're unable to write. The best thing you can do is not obsess over it, because I always obsess over it and it just makes me want to give up writing forever, which I always tell myself is the best option anyway. But you shouldn't give up writing, is my point. Just allow yourself to take a break. |
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« Reply #12 on: July 21, 2009, 12:32:22 PM » |
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« Reply #13 on: July 21, 2009, 05:52:50 PM » |
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'A poem is a tiny machine' someone once said. Some build time machines. Some grand world structures. Some complex cathedrals. Others intimate relationship. Others small houses and unassuming streets and plain lives. Many can't even be bothered and simply doodle small notes, or frame scenes, or investigate abusrd issues, or juxtapose the wicked and the pure. I'm the old man pottering about in his garden shed, constructing tiny clocks and tinkering with cogs and wheels; trying to repair things. Write when you know what yir buildin' |
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Do not confuse ingenuous with ingenious - Olaf
Dedicated to bad writing - Charles Bukowski
'A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.' - James Joyce
The man that cannot visualize a horse galloping on a tomato is an idiot -Andre Breton
Who has the courage to go into the dark places where there is nothing but feeling? - Thomas A. Clark
'For everything that is hidden will eventually be brought into the open and every secret should be brought to the light. Anyone with ears to hear should listen and understand.' - Mark 4:22-23
Many a clever boy is flogged into a dunce and many an original composition corrected into mediocrity- Sir Walter Scott
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« Reply #14 on: July 22, 2009, 09:00:47 AM » |
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Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
T.S. Eliot
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