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:

blank

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

of

sadnessangerlonelinessloveetc

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

2 comments:

Natasha said...

weird because i was just trying to work on a poem because i haven't written anything lately so i came here to see you and then you wrote this:
"it's not like i haven't thought or felt
the full force
of
sadnessangerlonelinessloveetc
it's just that i didn't write it down."
and that is exactly what i am feeling.

e. c. said...

post-degree writer's block? i feel like every time i sit down to write something, i can't unlearn the checklist of things that make up a "good poem" and then everything feels so forced.