PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The literary man is watching the Sunday night game and trying to hit the Hemmingway vein.  Maybe I need to get into a bullfight or something.  Maybe I should go to Paris and ramble through the cafes.  I can be an Ex-Pat and write about America from afar.  Football is cool but maybe what I need is a hike through Nepal.  That’s the whole thing of it.  Vision and experience can add up to literature.  It leads to the promised land.  Pure poetry of the soul embodied in sultry rhythms of life ajar from the dully mundane commonplace.  The need for broader horizons is plainly apparent.  Even a blind man could see these glaring inefficiencies.  That’s my fatal flaw—not New York or North Beach reality.  Just pound into the night and find the pulse of the moment.  There’s a need and there is hunger starting to boil in the pot.  The game isn’t bad.  The life isn’t so bad.  But there’s more.  There’s so much more out there waiting to be found.  Feed off the hunger of the people around you and go for the gusto.  That’s all they say.  There are many great quotes from prophets.  Soundbite it into a mere slogan without meaning.  Hence I pick up the pen and attempt to put words on a page.  I strive for the excellence of the old lions and savage bears.  The great ones roam across the wilderness of imagination.  Finally feeling up to the task of being.  Finally seeing clearly the bright lights in the Northern Sky.  Run across the shores and blaze through the forests of the night.  Stars are present.  They sparkle light on the fields.  The old highway of the fire blazes a clear path for us to follow.  Feeling certain that there’s a means for me to follow.  The road provides several options to choose. Bounce around the ideas and the words required.  Action is kinetic and fires up the thoughts of spectacular imagery.  The battle is won before it is even fought.  So we’re happy to play the game.  I’m ecstatic at being able to get it all down.