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Sober Thoughs on Writing
By Doc
To write.
What a novel concept.
To spend hours or even minutes starting at paper
Wondering where who the muse ran off to drink with.
but it is to no disorder
Even the best deserve a scotch
One sits there wandering if the poets of old
Were worth the title they gave themselves
Pondering such things starting with
"Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of out...
something or another.
I don't know
With respect to the litterary dictators of old
I don't really care.
Sorry Mr. Shakespeare, I just don't care.
It is no longer the past that interests me,
All the writings of old,
The demons from somebody else's mind.
with that in mind the future is no interest either.
Could it be wrong to simply live
With what is and shall always merely be... now
Or does the selfice drugs that struck Elliots mind follow me here
And I find myself strugelling
To find the his children laughing at play.
I don't know
I'm not sure I care.
But that's not important right now.
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© 2009 Doc
Published on Thursday, February 5, 2009.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
Comments on "Sober Thoughs on Writing"
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On Sunday, January 11, 2015, Nimue44
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wrote:
I kind of feel you. It's interesting to read old poetry... but the one thay is being written today is more worth.
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A former member wrote:
I have missed you and the purposeful presence of your words. Lord, have I missed you...
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On Thursday, February 5, 2009, RubyXero
(484) wrote:
i kind of feel that poetry of old, even though they used a more elegant language, at times it was simpler then how some of us feel we must write now. for so many can write so well, how must one stand out? i do agree with living in the moment. it has its downfalls but ultimately is a more enjoyable method. overall i enjoyed this piece
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A former member wrote:
tis nobler to thine own quietus make with a bare bodkin, for it is conscience that makes cowards of us all... and that is how the world ends... love the allusions, pensive tone, disquieting, with questions that cannot go unasked. A few choice words seem to be less than carefully chosen, however, a good read nonetheless.
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A former member wrote:
I suppose the errors make the title somewhat ironic?
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