Your meter breaks down in the second verse. I would suggest this:
And brandish a pen Act like your thinking Reifies Zen
Your meter breaks down in the second verse. I would suggest this:
And brandish a pen
Act like your thinking
Reifies Zen
When was the last time you wrote us a poem?
When was the last time you wrote us a poem?
It’s been a while. I’m waiting, maybe, until I can come out of retirement. I would be happy to complain, accurately, that writing a good poem for this audience doesn’t make sense. But the reality is that I can’t write poetry. The kind of feeling or thoughts or whatever, the core of a poem, has to fulminate to a point where the poem has to be written as a steam escape. If writing it is not an existential matter then what’s the point? I haven’t been anywhere near that intensity for a long time. Getting old is hell.
It’s been a while. I’m waiting, maybe, until I can come out of retirement. I would be happy to complain, accurately, that writing a good poem for this audience doesn’t make sense. But the reality is that I can’t write poetry. The kind of feeling or thoughts or whatever, the core of a poem, has to fulminate to a point where the poem has to be written as a steam escape. If writing it is not an existential matter then what’s the point? I haven’t been anywhere near that intensity for a long time. Getting old is hell.
I always assumed you were 24
I always assumed you were 24