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Post by purplejacket on Sept 22, 2008 14:03:50 GMT -5
I just stumbled upon this line:
Boats Waiting For Someone To Set Them In Motion
and wondered if it might spur a poem to hop out of someone: that poem that's been waiting to be set into motion.
It was the title of a photograph, but I don't think it's so special as to be unstealable.
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Post by mfwilkie on Sept 22, 2008 16:35:38 GMT -5
What a great line, pj.
Maggie
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Post by purplejacket on Sept 23, 2008 20:05:11 GMT -5
guhhh.
I mean thanks, but I don't know where else to just go on like I'm about to.
I'm working on something now that is giving me more trouble than any other poem has. I know what I want to put into this one, but I can't seem to get it out in a satisfactory way. It's got a spider, and love and webs and dew and dust and gathering the webs as a present, webs we both saw in the final flickers of a sunset. Maybe I should scratch it and start fresh. That last sentence isn't so bad. Maybe I'm overwriting it. Maybe I should just get it down and then go back and start to worry it and needle it.
Sometimes they just fall out like flaking skin that becomes dust. You hardly feel personally responsible for dust. You just clean it up a bit and you're done. Sometimes they're there, ideated, and I work on them a lot in my head before I actually write anything. And this one - all the work seems to be happening on paper. I worked on it a bit in my head, and thought I had it pretty well, but I haven't approved of any version that has come about yet. And I'm only on the first thought - first sentence/stanza thingy.
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