When a man does not write his poetry, it escapes by other vents through him. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
And perhaps that’s what this blog is about, after all. No poetry to speak of for many years. Natalie Goldberg and many others talk about how much bad poetry you have to write, as writing practice, before a good poem arises. Banish the critic and just write.
Time seems short, and yet I know I make time for things that really matter. Is poetry one of those things? I’ve never felt more alive than when completing a poem, so it must be. To have a writing practice–that seems a worthy aim. Can it be done by refusing to expend so much energy on my day job?