Midnight and I have to wake up at 5:30 in the morning so this blog is going to be a frenetic attempt to string together at least 250 words and finish in less than 10 minutes, which is a writing exercise in its own right and, you never can tell, I figure the odds be 50/50, I just might have some thing to say.
It was a relatively uneventful day today, but I did start work on a new poem, it’s going to be a long one, the kind I get sort of a vague idea for and then hammer away at for weeks and they are, admittedly, usually not my best poems, the best ones are usually the very short ones, eight lines are less, that spring more or less unbidden from the mind and they’re on the page before I’ve fully digested them myself, leaving me with the somewhat disconcerting notion that I’m not even the smartest person inside my own head, whereas the long ones always wind up with some forced lines interrupting the flow and they leave audiences cold and so, since I’m writing to try and communicate with other people and not just for myself or aiming at some abstract concept of artistic purity, I should avoid them but, hope springs eternal and I figure if I keep swinging for the fences eventually I’ll hit one out of the park, and that’s what I want.
The idea of the poem is that being human means always wanting more, it’s notaboutgreed, although that, too, but always wanting more knowledge, new stimulation, more and greater methods of entertainment, to always go beyond what was considered the best,the top,the apex of the field.
Everybody wants to change the game, to establish a new paradigm, to really shake things up. At least,enough people do to guarantee that things will always be shaken up and, as is for an individual, so it is for the species and we are going to keep moving forward, like it or not, as inexorably as a twig caught in the current.