Wednesday, March 30, 2011

white silence

It's harder to write the poems
without smoking
or drinking
although
I was never much of an
alcoholic or
smoker anyway.
it did
bring some strange
courage
to the words that
fell flat on the edges.
envelope words
more fitting for the literature of
magazines and
clinics.

good words should be
powerful and
poetry needs
to be humanized
disturbing
like Kurt Cobain
sticking the barrel of
gun into his trembling mouth
and the fans asking
why?

I once tried writing a novel
but to write a novel is a rare and
exceptional thing.
you have to live life,
have meat to pick off your bones
and some way to
pick it
without being bothered.

solidarity is the gift.
to be terribly alone and breathe life
into art
forever
is the only way.

there has been no other way.

1 comment:

Ari3l_Z3pp3lin said...

I like it a lot. The part about writing a novel especially. That's real, "[picking] the meat off your bones with out being bothered" reminds me of trying to write novels based on true events of heartache, you can't write it unless you get past the hurt at least enough to organize your thoughts in control. To get there you need deep experiences or at least ones that matter to you.