Sunday, June 16, 2013

one day i might begin again

looking out my window i think about this:

is a person who is writing a writer?

okay now the difference between a writer and a good writer is:


a good writer versus a great writer.

is it the conceptualization?

here it is:

a concept realized. question: is everything written planned?

it's a rainy sunday. the curtains are pulled back but the light is dull, gray. the sounds of wheels on wet pavement on the other side of glass. i tap my window pane. what the hell is this made of?

question: why can't i write anything?

answer: i am overwhelmed. with anxiety that what i write is not "good".

here is a giant block of marble. now carve.

let me just say this: this is not conceptualized. what is presented is what appeared in order of thought.

question: edit?

answer: no

here is poetry: i'm sorry.

i gotta tell you, you know, it's been so hard to pull it out of me. the words. all words. i haven't got a thing to say.

but then there's also

it's not like i haven't thought or felt

the full force



it's just that i didn't write it down.

question: ?

"Endings are elusive, middles are nowhere to be found, but worst of all is to begin, to begin, to begin." - donald barthelme