How is it possible to
have writers block?
I’ve been trying to
stop the words for
years. Nasty, insidious
things.
Oh I closed my mind,
but they bribed the
doorman. More like
I’m in the elevator
and words want
to talk. “How’s
yer day?”, they
ask. I’m jabbing
L, repeatedly.
Then <>
.
Hold callus in your hand.
Catch abrasions on knees.
Prepare skin for laceration.
When it comes, cradle it.
Gaping wounds don’t appear
overnight. Reassure it, aside
from the callous of the world,
it will always have a home
with you, as it weeps.
The fundamental values of a true community are elsewhere: in love, poetry, disinterested thought, the free use of the imagination, the pursuit of non-utilitarian activities, the production of non-profitmaking goods, the employment of non-consumable wealth - here are the sustaining values of a living culture.
Once you know
You can’t actually make it right
You sit in that
At first you think
Yep
This’ll kill me
But
It doesn’t
How bizarre
Wholly unexpected
Stewing in it
This ridiculous wrongness
Waiting
Then
Suddenly you’re watching yourself
From outside
And….wow
You’re ok
Clearheaded
You can see
Really see
This action I choose
It’s the best available
I can’t make it right
Not this time
And
That’s alright
I don’t hate me for that
This is a taste of freedom
All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man’s life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom.