Wednesday, November 19, 2008

brain cramp

No! It is not writer’s block. It is a Poet’s Brain Cramp… and it comes from remembering. Poets, when writing, need to be like angels and possessed of no memory… I have nothing against a good bout of melancholic nostalgia by an open fire with a good stiff drink, an assortment of cheeses and a long night to tell the stories… but I have no wish to get mired into the past when writing. It is quite simple, I have been there and done that. The result is an empty page for we are powerless to alter that which is final. So why do people insist on trying to drag me back there? Please, wait for the nights by the fire when the heart desires to wallow…

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