Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Musings

Nick Drake plays his guitar in my ear, I struggle to think

“Write something” whispers my muse

“Write about the world, the way things are

“Write about revolution, people usually go for that

“Be evocative, a little evocation never hurt anybody

“Be repetitive, a little repetition never hurt anybody

“Pick a mood you like and evoke it

“Pick a word you like and repeat it

“Pick a poem you like and copy it

“Be hip, be modern, just throw some words on a page

“Use words,” she says “all the best poets use words”

My muse and I are no longer on speaking terms