I seem to want to write without actually having to write, make something without getting my hands dirty. The poem is in me somewhere, implicit in my thought, perception, experiencing. It's just too crude to have to hack out the words. Or maybe this is fear. Or laziness. What is this pattern of behaviour, this not-doing of things known as laziness? I am always suspicious of the term - its judgement on individual inaction which in every case has a meaning, albeit often an elusive one. Something is not being done, not being faced, or felt. Something not being done, something else is done instead - dreaming maybe, or gazing out of the window. I have a sense there's poetry I am looking for, but I don't want to hunt it down. Maybe if I keep quiet and still it will fly to me and settle on my hand. Or is this pure whimsy, an avoidance of work? Laziness. And round and round we go.
And what is the work that is avoided? Writing isn't always done with the pen or keyboard. Yet without the tools, nothing can be crafted.
I didn't tell the medical herbalist I went to see yesterday that I am a poet. Maybe he could have given me a herb for that. Maybe he did.
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Yes, I know what you mean. But all this is rather well put and you are using - you know - words. Gathering something.
I don't think "trying" to write poetry works. It just happens. Or it doesn't. In any case, when it does happen, it's usually worth the wait.
That is so true, that writing isn't always done with the pen or keyboard. Sometimes the vegetating takes precedence.
And sometimes the judgement of laziness is just that one is not doing what another thinks one ought to be doing... though I suppose that isn't what you're talking about.
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