Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Ruminations About Unwritten Poems

I'd like to write a few more good poems, just good like this last one, "How I Shine". That would be so great, just that and no more. I don't care if I have readers, but that would be nice, I admit.

I have several other poems, works in progress for a long time now, and either they are too long or too under-developed, or both. What infuses a poem with strength and beauty? What inspires a poet when he's not expecting it? Natural movement, skill, good chance, hazards that excite the brain! What else? Those faltering poems need to be rescued or else I need to put them out of their misery, the poor little sons of bitches, and go on my way! To what—more excitation? Maybe so—what could it hurt?

Provoked by witful ruminations from my good friend George Knaak—one of the good Georges of the world!

1 comment:

  1. I already have no readers most of the time. Sometimes, there's 2 or 3 out of a group of 6 or 7 total, but that's about it these days. I've been too rude and never loyal enough, so that's that.


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