KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
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- Jul 29, 2000
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*sigh*
I keep getting this stupid idea lodged firmly in my head that I must have some sort of lofty, important theme expounded upon and/or explicated by my poetry. This does two things for me: 1) makes for crappy poetry, and 2) stops me dead in my tracks before I even get started.
I keep going back to Williams' "This Is Just to Say" to point at and sneer at myself over. It's not helping much. Maybe it's just an excuse to prevent myself from writing because I'm afraid it's not good enough. Maybe it's an excuse to stop writing so I can read junk on the internet. Maybe it's me living on Cloud Ideology.
What de-motivates you when it oughtn't? How do you cope?
This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
I keep getting this stupid idea lodged firmly in my head that I must have some sort of lofty, important theme expounded upon and/or explicated by my poetry. This does two things for me: 1) makes for crappy poetry, and 2) stops me dead in my tracks before I even get started.
I keep going back to Williams' "This Is Just to Say" to point at and sneer at myself over. It's not helping much. Maybe it's just an excuse to prevent myself from writing because I'm afraid it's not good enough. Maybe it's an excuse to stop writing so I can read junk on the internet. Maybe it's me living on Cloud Ideology.
What de-motivates you when it oughtn't? How do you cope?
This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold