“ Nothing fills the world quite as poetry does. A poet need not dwell on the pagecount of his life. ”
The trouble with a baby, for writists, is that they take away your useful melancholy, even the energy to invent some.
~ D.a. Botta
I haven't written in a week. It's like holding your breath under water. You feel an awful constriction and then the instinct to propel yourself.
It is an awesome tragedy in this life that, when asking what a person is and they reply doctor or lawyer or engineer, we don't say Well thats a nice little hobby, but why don't you take up writing or painting or music?
Like a father with his daughter, the writist plays peek-a-boo with the world. His aim is to evoke that sweet smile, the one that says i remember you. I am glad you are here again.