I irritate myself when I have nothing useful, inspiring, enlightening, or intelligent to say.
I irritate myself even more profoundly when poetry evades me with the ease of long practice.
So, I'm wasting the space of a blog. Having deleted the last three on the basis of point one, see above.
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Ha. Now I'm especially looking forward to reading your article and being all overtly and rudely in-your-face about how good it is. OK, that's kind of how I feel. But at the same time, I just said that I could relate. And... that's true, too. And the former is exactly what I don't want done to me. I feel like going up and erasing it now. But I won't. Good night.
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