How Not to Write Your WorkA Poem by David AielloHot off the meditation cushion, time for another beat-box self-reflective rant.
How Not to Write Your Work,
Could be How Not to Feel Your Passion, See, Like any lover you've ever touched, There was will to guide the action. I like the flavor of the Muses, For to use it's concept Adds depth to my meaning See, Like any relationship, Human or divine, If you stop communicating, Brace for tragedy; My finer works (said I, "Said He") With all their quirks and mumblings Were always found in coffee houses, Like bending a beauty's ear. Here, and amongst the mystic shrapnel, (A capital description for my local location) I find the work suiting a different sensation, A begging, bartering, forcing, banal. While it flowed from the wellfont, It was moments of passion. Actions of anticipation, Sensations not lost. Now, it's a barter, A cramped old rotation, "But come on, it's Wednesday" "I know it is. Get lost." And I, like the jerk, Sit alone with my pencil, Unable to coax out Even a line. And opposed to the follow, Of jaded berzerking, I sat with my hollows, And asked myself why. A muse, like a lover, needs careful Attention. The signs are all there, all they need Is retention of focus, And a little discretion. You're not birthing the sun, You're just writing it down. And I, like a clown, Have learned how to juggle My pride and my focus; As I reach to her gently, And savor the sound. © 2013 David AielloAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 1, 2013 Last Updated on May 1, 2013 AuthorDavid AielloNYAboutBetween the dreaming and the moments of meditation, this rendition of transition is a beautiful outpouring tapestry of sensation. If I have a quote, it is thus: Art Exists to Help Us Remember to.. more..Writing
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