Tuesday, November 13, 2007

poetry block. it's strange what poets will do to get past one.
we pk'rs had discussions on this subject before. some read more, some will stop reading poetry altogether. we take walks or naps or drink, pace or talk to the walls or our pets.we make love or yes, just fuck. funny, we rarely talk to others about it while in the depths of one. i've known people that have cut words from newspapers and tossed them about a room, picking them up randomly and waiting for the muse. i've found mine once or twice staring into the industrial garbage bin at the back of the club i belong to.
i tend to read poetry when i'm empty of words. filling myself up but trying to be careful that the overflow is mine and not someone else's. bukowski usually helps me out, sometimes cummings, rarely neruda tho i adore him.
nikki giovanni strengthens me to endure the times when i have convinced myself that i am so much,"less than".

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