Why do you poem, poet?
I have zero idea, and I actually give zero fucks about it.
I can't explain that statement, any more than I can explain why I'm still writing. Writing what? I don't know from day to day. I've given up on writing the great American novel; as so many people joke about (but I think are dead serious about secretly) doing.
I just submitted a poem to my regular group, in a new thing they are trying, called The Contest. Nobody really wins anything, which is just how I like my rewards to be: frugal and far between.
For this contest we are to write a poem, and then instead of posting it to the group, we email it to the moderators, who post it for us. That way, nobody knows who posted what.
I corresponded with one of the mods, about how I kind of put my stamp on things that I write. I'm saying that as a brag, since I haven't decided if it's a good thing or not, but I have developed a certain style to my writing. She said that seemed fine, as there were several others that she could probably identify just by the writing style as well.
Predictably, I couldn't get that short exchange out of my head all day, and ended up writing about trying to remove fingerprints in a pretty awful way; transitioning from an expression of the freedom of being anonymous - to the fingerprint removal - to declaring I was Spartacus.
It almost makes sense if you read the actual piece. Almost.
I've taken to Twitter lately. After resisting it pretty successfully for quite awhile. And I use it to write short little things. Pithy poems usually, or bits of longer things; and occasionally, a direct response to another Tweet from someone. It is rewarding when that person happens to notice what I did.
Oh, sweet vanity.
I don't have much of a point. As usual. Oh, I did publish my 'anonymous' Spartacus poem on my blog first, before I sent it to be posted, by someone other than me. The glass is half empty, don't forget.
Cheers
I have zero idea, and I actually give zero fucks about it.
I can't explain that statement, any more than I can explain why I'm still writing. Writing what? I don't know from day to day. I've given up on writing the great American novel; as so many people joke about (but I think are dead serious about secretly) doing.
I just submitted a poem to my regular group, in a new thing they are trying, called The Contest. Nobody really wins anything, which is just how I like my rewards to be: frugal and far between.
For this contest we are to write a poem, and then instead of posting it to the group, we email it to the moderators, who post it for us. That way, nobody knows who posted what.
I corresponded with one of the mods, about how I kind of put my stamp on things that I write. I'm saying that as a brag, since I haven't decided if it's a good thing or not, but I have developed a certain style to my writing. She said that seemed fine, as there were several others that she could probably identify just by the writing style as well.
Predictably, I couldn't get that short exchange out of my head all day, and ended up writing about trying to remove fingerprints in a pretty awful way; transitioning from an expression of the freedom of being anonymous - to the fingerprint removal - to declaring I was Spartacus.
It almost makes sense if you read the actual piece. Almost.
I've taken to Twitter lately. After resisting it pretty successfully for quite awhile. And I use it to write short little things. Pithy poems usually, or bits of longer things; and occasionally, a direct response to another Tweet from someone. It is rewarding when that person happens to notice what I did.
Oh, sweet vanity.
I don't have much of a point. As usual. Oh, I did publish my 'anonymous' Spartacus poem on my blog first, before I sent it to be posted, by someone other than me. The glass is half empty, don't forget.
Cheers
