On Writing

Gathering Stones Strung on Threads

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I want to write words which sparkle
Sea`washed stones in afternoon sunshine
Which lie lazily on beds of green kelp

I want to write words which carve
Blue glacial`ice pushing the hard moraine
Ice which cracks thunder when it falls

I want to write words which weep
Red`hot tears into the stone coldest hearts
Hearts so unloved they can merely fear

I want to write words which believe
Trust truth in the face of what they’re told
Which light a bright candle in the dark

I want to write words which defy
Spring`words which bloom in the autumn
Purple figs growing on the cursed tree

I want to write words which bend
Some lost seeker’s stony path toward home
Where a father stands waiting at the gate

“M.S. Merwin once asked John Berryman how to know if his poems were any good.
Berryman replied: ‘You…

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Writing

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hands Drawing Hands, MC Escher (1948)

Sometimes I don’t really know what to write, and then I think oh, you shouldn’t write for the sake of writing, you should write because–because you’re trying to write something. Because you’re trying to convey something. Because there’s a story you have to tell, a thought to flesh out, a destination to get to. You’re driving your point home.

But I don’t always have a point or a story or destination. And then I remember how I used to squirrel away hours just stabbing down words, stringing together sentences, writing whatever I wanted just because. Because it was fun and it made me happy and I didn’t really care if people read it or loved it or hated it. It was like rubbing on unscented lotion. It’s therapeutic, no one really knows you’re wearing it, and it’s something you do for yourself. You’re not…

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