In reponse to Charles Bukowski
why i called him babbage i know not.
so you want to be a writer
Bah! I say and fie on you charles. if all were to listen to you
and sit waiting for the inspiration to strike
them, then there would be so few
words in the world.
now granted they would all be epic
twas brillig and the slithy tove
did gire and gimble in the wabe,
surely these lines were delivered as you suggest
for how could mortal man know of mimsy
or the weight of outgrabe
without divine inspiration?
and yes the filling of that inspired sandwich of words
is fluff and stuff overthought
But writing is a skill and as such should
be practiced patiently and repetitively
the choice of words explored erased and reimagined
like a difficult crossword puzzle, this fits
but that is better.
There is no doubting the gifted vision,
inspiration, the words milling around inside ahead
that simply MUST come forth, this i grant you,
and it is always full of worth.
But to never write unless that strikes?
no, writers all, no.
Write, do it now, do it often. Be where you are, and sing.
if your song is shit so be it, polish it, perfect it
or tear the words, and write again.
Speak that we may see you
write on, my friend, write on….