BABBLING FALSE POETICS

 

 

Babbling false poetics and dreams of love and lust.  The passion play goes completely unchecked.  No I never listen to the emotional fire of the moment.  The cerebral poet always gets in the way.  Looking for the words and feeling trepidation at the inevitable outcome.  Always feeling that certain things can not be overcome.  Often times I am proven wrong in these assertions—and happily so.  It is always good to rise above a preconceived limit.  Just blow through it all and strive for what you can get.  The sentences and lines get pressed onto the page with relative ease.  It’s a groove and it must be followed along its course.  That’s the best way to blow through all these things.  Follow it!  Roll with it!  The flow is rare so take advantage of it when it’s there.  That’s the best advice I can give.  Hell, that’s really the only advice I can give to anyone.  Anything other than that is really just a crock of shit.

 

 


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