hey all,
New year, new me and all that jazz? not really. This is one of the rare non-poem posts on this blog. There have been one or two in the past, I think.
Happy new year to you, constant readers, (if any). I hope your year is filled with creative outbursts and time and inclination to bring your creativity to some kind of final form. Because, a poem un-written in as good as a dead poem, and poems need to live, to breathe, and it is our duty as writers, as poets, as creative people to birth those poems out into the world, no matter how painful the birthing process is. And then you let those poems or works of art go.
Let them find their own life's course. Let the go with the mistakes and missteps, let them stumble and let them fall, just wash your hands off of them and jump into creating something new and something weirder than before.
My reasons for writing here are many, but the one that has allowed me to constantly keep this place alive is that if I didn't write here, I'd probably go insane. Maybe I am insane, but there is no way for you to know that. Sometimes, rhymes come to me in my sleep, sometimes it's an image or a word that will keep weighing on my spine like some kind of alien monster and the only way for me to get rid of it is to write it down, to birth it, to bring it out into the world, and give it to you.
I do it as much for me as much as I do it for you.
So, say hi some time. Leave me a word, or two. Poets, writers, and artists can live more months on a kind word than other human beings.
Sometimes it gets fucking lonely in life, and we all need words to wrap ourselves with.
I've got plans for this blog. And other than just my poems, I think I'll discuss some poems that have left a mark on me through the years.
Anything else you'd like to see here? You can always leave a comment. Don't be shy, ok? I don't bite. (Just ignore that one incident in 2007. It was necessary.)
Right.
This is fucking awkward writing a non-poem post on this blog.
uh, bye.
New year, new me and all that jazz? not really. This is one of the rare non-poem posts on this blog. There have been one or two in the past, I think.
Happy new year to you, constant readers, (if any). I hope your year is filled with creative outbursts and time and inclination to bring your creativity to some kind of final form. Because, a poem un-written in as good as a dead poem, and poems need to live, to breathe, and it is our duty as writers, as poets, as creative people to birth those poems out into the world, no matter how painful the birthing process is. And then you let those poems or works of art go.
Let them find their own life's course. Let the go with the mistakes and missteps, let them stumble and let them fall, just wash your hands off of them and jump into creating something new and something weirder than before.
My reasons for writing here are many, but the one that has allowed me to constantly keep this place alive is that if I didn't write here, I'd probably go insane. Maybe I am insane, but there is no way for you to know that. Sometimes, rhymes come to me in my sleep, sometimes it's an image or a word that will keep weighing on my spine like some kind of alien monster and the only way for me to get rid of it is to write it down, to birth it, to bring it out into the world, and give it to you.
I do it as much for me as much as I do it for you.
So, say hi some time. Leave me a word, or two. Poets, writers, and artists can live more months on a kind word than other human beings.
Sometimes it gets fucking lonely in life, and we all need words to wrap ourselves with.
I've got plans for this blog. And other than just my poems, I think I'll discuss some poems that have left a mark on me through the years.
Anything else you'd like to see here? You can always leave a comment. Don't be shy, ok? I don't bite. (Just ignore that one incident in 2007. It was necessary.)
Right.
This is fucking awkward writing a non-poem post on this blog.
uh, bye.
