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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

quietly, quietly



There are so many ways we can let ourselves off the hook as writers.  So many reasons, excuses we can find to not write, to not spend the time alone, and there are thousands of ways to become distracted.  So many ways to lose heart.  I myself have been very anxious about my writing lately, to the point where I become paralyzed for small intervals.  I know that this is even part of the process, this loss of heart. It's important to write anyway, write for yourself, write for your lost heart at these times. Be self-indulgent.  

Two poems for you today.  

"The Poet Asks Forgiveness" by Fay Zwicky on The Poetry Foundation.  About turning away those poems that at some point in time you feel you are not good enough to write, or you turn the poems away because you were tired or low in confidence, dispirited.  Won't you regret it later? Won't you, too, ask for forgiveness?  

And this one from Wendell Berry's book, Leavings.  


LIKE SNOW

by Wendell Berry

Suppose we did our work
like the snow, quietly, quietly,
leaving nothing out.








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