A friend shared this quote with me as we caught up over a beer recently. It's by Kurt Vonnegut:
Nobody will stop you from creating. Do it tonight. Do it tomorrow. That is the way to make your soul grow - whether there is a market for it or not! The kick of creation is the act of creating, not anything that happens afterward. I would tell all of you watching this screen: Before you go to bed, write a four line poem. Make it as good as you can. Don't show it to anybody. Put it where nobody will find it. And you will discover that you have your reward.
I think I'll start doing that. And start blogging here more. I begin with sharing an amazing poem that came to my inbox this morning. "Time" by Chris Martin:
Time
by Chris Martin
All that happens happens
in the hollow
mouth
open mid-vow
knowing
only song will do
what an empty cave needs
done, drone
that seeds to fill
one space and then that
space's space, what
are we made
of if
not chants.
Sun slumping up
the stucco, cat chewing
her tail clean, nimbi
darkening the fallen
leaves leatherlike, I make
voice, voice, voice, voices
like a fist
on thinking's door
a fistula
wrapping abstraction
and binding it to what, morning
sickness, the lathed light
now flying through branches
made sinister
by season, a crook
in the amygdala's grey
ministry and all
I see is a circling murder
above the antenna
that replaced the weathervane.
Read the rest of the poem here. And check out the Poetry Friday roundup at Anastasia's poetry blog.
