Thank you so much for your thoughts!! This was my 12th and final hour poem and like the title said I was having writer’s block at that point and was getting frustrated and this was the result. I think Ginsberg was 100% correct-the words become your best friend and you cannot lie to them. I didn’t know at the time this was where the muse was going…[Read more]
There is a curve
Through which I know I must pass
There is no straight line ahead of me
And I am lost without an absolute.
I am so inauthentic
Claiming to embrace chaos and the unknown
That’s j […]
” if I am untrue then my words are untrue” literally made me gasp…how many times do we sit at our work and fight to write because we feel like we are lying on the page? I read an interview with Ginsberg in The Paris Review where he talks about how he never lies to his muses – he treats them like his best friend. He said we can lie to every one else but not them. It changed my life as a writer. I write about things I don’t tell because I cannot bear to face them if I lie.
The back end of the piece is equally full of power “Truth atop a razor blade Impaled before finally toppling off its edge” is such a visceral image of how it feels to be/write/live authentically.
Thank you for being so honest about this struggle to be authentic. The end result is beautiful!
Thank you so much for your thoughts!! This was my 12th and final hour poem and like the title said I was having writer’s block at that point and was getting frustrated and this was the result. I think Ginsberg was 100% correct-the words become your best friend and you cannot lie to them. I didn’t know at the time this was where the muse was going to take me but that’s the great mystery of it I suppose!
There are so many powerful lines in this poem that I love:
Because if I am untrue my words are untrue
Truth atop a razor blade.
This whole poem speaks to me.
I know you hate that long white graduation dress
And the white shoes to match
But you’ll never have to wear skirts again if you don’t want to
No more long socks under your uniform […]
Now, I paused at not shaving your legs because I never shaved mine either. And I thought you never know what you really missed. Then the frozen hair! Unexpected and made me picture a head of frozen hair and wonder If it broke off. And be thankful I always wore a big wool scarf over my wet hair after swim team in Detroit winters.
Back in the day
You and I stood in the rain one night
Across from a building on University Place
Stalking your ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend
You just wanted a glimpse
Of that bitch.
You of […]
I see it, and long for its extension
The drawing of darkness over light
It gives me cover over my present failures
Inaction and forward motion intersect
And fight over my soul.
In those waning […]
She dreamed again
That she was brave and confident
And alive through her tears.
Then, she quivered
A quake leaving only anxiety and remorse
And anger at her fears.
She cannot speak her own name.
We were stuck, all of us
In a repeating loop of the unsaid
And I can’t wrap my mind around it
Now, even after you’re gone
We should be free-
But tapes run their course then start all over aga […]
If I had my way
I would expand the box around me
Right now it keeps me in
So small I lie in perpetual fetal bliss
A state of constant contraction.
I might blow gently at the […]
I wish I could wield
These fiery synapses
Like a pen
Drawing lines at my discretion
Coloring and shading at my will
But they resist
I cannot control their narrative
I am but a […]
I watched a lizard
Go after a single french fry that had fallen off my plate
In an empty outdoor cafe in Ghana
I wished him good luck as he latched on
And darted away with his prize.
Just before […]
In the apartments around mine
But I’ve never seen them
Only their voices define their existence.
I should mind more
Because they are loud
And they start so early
Bundles of h […]
The small brown bear is, as on most days
Left lying flat and haphazardly on the bed
Inanimate and not even propped up straight
To get a good look out the window
He is old, and worn
The pads on his […]
I don’t know who I was
Or who I am
Having laid waste to everything
Until right now
By doing nothing at all.
So here I am, a blank page
Like this was a blank pag […]
Hi all-this is Maria from Queens, NY! Trying to get a good night’s sleep but probably too excited to sleep right now. Good luck to all tomorrow and happy writing!
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