I'm thinking about writing a poem that begins with this line : "I'm constipated" . The poem is about not being able to write because there's SO-MUCH to write about that 'daunt' becomes paralysis . I CERTAINLY don't want to take responsibility for this Winter STALL-sis, I'd much rather claim S.A.D. default .
My College "Modern Novels" Professor, Dr. Moynihan, cautioned me about laxing* into melodramatic self-pity . Here I am .
I gave up writing poems because I found myself agonizing over just one word -- sometimes for weeks at a time . 2 words : ridiculous .
It's not lyke* writing poetry is stupit* --- it isn't--- but for me, it got to be an obsession of self- indulgence --- to think of myself as a poet was unbearable .
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