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My mother's favorite Charlie Brown cartoon--Linus and CB are watching clouds in the sky, looking for pictures. Linus says something like "I see the parthenon in ruins, after a twenty-year seige. And that one looks like Blake's "Visions of the Daughters of Albion." (I can't remember what he said, but it was a weighty thing.) "What do you see, Charlie Brown?"

"I was going to say, 'a duckie and a horsey,' but I changed my mind."

This recent case of writer's block is starting to wear me out. I've spent hours staring at a computer screen...reading other people's poetry, trying to spark some ideas...trying to weave something out of the layers of mixed pain, contentment, anger, hope, heartache and thankfulness that this year's served me, sort of an emotional shoggoth--totally without form, highly unwilling to serve as grist for the mill, rather more inclined to chew on my head than cooperate with my muse. Every blessed thing I've tried to write, in the very few hours I've had, what with Christmas, gaming, hanging out with the furries, cooking, and work--are those in the right order? I think so--has boiled down to "a duckie and a horsey." I think I'm going to put my "how to write poetry" books in Badger's barbeque pit, burn them, and see if I can get a Coleridge-esque high off the book paste fumes.

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the_october
Dec. 13th, 2003 10:46 am (UTC)
I know. EXACTLY. How you feel.
spottylogic
Dec. 15th, 2003 06:40 pm (UTC)
(nod, nod) You're great to brainstorm with, and I do wish you were down in Austin.
ahicks
Dec. 13th, 2003 02:08 pm (UTC)
Emotional Shoggoth sounds like an interesting band name.
spottylogic
Dec. 15th, 2003 06:40 pm (UTC)
Again, I've got to get "Black Light Sex Trick" formed before I start any other bands.
squeakymaus
Dec. 13th, 2003 03:47 pm (UTC)
book paste fumes
Are not quite what you are looking for. Try burning whatever the_october has in his pockets
anniekat
Dec. 14th, 2003 08:21 am (UTC)
I don't know much about book paste fumes, but I know that eating paste is bad. Mommy told me so.

I try to avoid reading poetry. When someone asks me what I've been reading, and I say "poetry", they usually say "Oh, do you want to read mine?" and I can never come up with a polite way to decline. This usually ends with me wincing through an badly-coded website full of angst-ridden drivel trying desperately to find someone good to say so I don't offend yet another would-be "poet".

Over the years I've found that easily 95% of people that fancy themselves poets have at best, little talent, and at worst, a command of the English language reminiscent of my time spent in preschool.

Which brings us back to paste- it's salty.
squeakymaus
Dec. 14th, 2003 08:58 pm (UTC)
Poetry
When his muse is in hte huse, Spotty is actually really good. His style makes nods to Billy Collins and to Eddic (Old Icelandic) bardic tales, with an occasionally tribal heartbeat-rhythm.

14 Nov of this year was a good one, as were 12 November and his commentary on broken toys. I will admit that I didn't understand 25 Oktober. Formatting made the poem unreadable for me.

Most of the people to whose poetry you have been subjected probably have not studied the artform formally, nor have they much talent. There are good poets out there.
anniekat
Dec. 14th, 2003 09:33 pm (UTC)
Re: Poetry
I know there are good poets out there... the shame of it is that I can't read them without some ignorant arse subjecting me to drivel, saying, "Oh, you like poetry...?"

Formal training would not correct the problems these folks have. Reading their hideous mangling of the language is comparable to putting out cigarettes on one's corneas. The agony is indescribable, I can only begin to convey the sheer horror. Bad poetry is not like bad prose...

I've read some of Spotty's, since I don't know him (and I don't have to confess to reading poetry, leading to attack, when I'm on the internet). It's well-written, if occasionally over my head. Still, I appreciate the art of it, even when the meaning eludes me.

-Anne
spottylogic
Dec. 15th, 2003 06:08 pm (UTC)
Re: Poetry
Formal training, in my experience, TERRIFIES bad amateur poets, driving them away. Yay, terror by accredation. :) Gotta run, at work. Thanks for the vote of confidence, y'all--thankfully, I'm off that particular depressive cycle :)
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