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Thursday, September 8, 2011


Now I'm NOT going up north. Readers of this blog are used to a certain amount of dithering, but this is getting out of hand. I just can't seem to pull it together.

I have a pile of half-read books sitting in front of me. I don't seem to be able to finish anything, or to focus. I'm sure it's annoying to others, but it's frustrating to me; I feel as if I'm slowly going mad. It doesn't help that I've stopped sleeping.

I keep starting to write things, which just fall apart. For example:

On the missing manuscripts

The echo of the past I sought was not your voice, but my own.
You were my audience, not my muse;
Whatever was left to express needed from me no words, just time.

I would hold in my arms a reflection of you
and repeat the words that once sprang from a younger man's lips
Yet it was not you I sought, but the younger me
for whom those words still rang true.

I burned the poems and walked away from myself.

The older me and younger me embarrassed each other.
The echo reverberated not in sound, but struck discord in me: I clashed.
There was not space enough; the poems had to go.

Ummmm. What the heck was that?!

I'm still hoping I can pull together some coherent thoughts for a post soon.


RunnerWoman said...

start mid conversation. that's my suggestion for overcoming writer's block. just dive right in mid-thought. also... post your half formed posts - i am sure they are well worth reading in whatever state they are in.

PiccolaPineCone said...

sry that last comment was from me. PPC

Katie said...

the older me is always embarrassed by the younger me. young, naive, flighty. But then I realize that it hasn't changed much.

those lines made me happy because everyone knows how that feels.