Author: | Joel Rosenblum | ISBN: | 9781475910667 |
Publisher: | iUniverse | Publication: | May 15, 2012 |
Imprint: | iUniverse | Language: | English |
Author: | Joel Rosenblum |
ISBN: | 9781475910667 |
Publisher: | iUniverse |
Publication: | May 15, 2012 |
Imprint: | iUniverse |
Language: | English |
If only people could be more like books. In that they would give the information we want to know without the information that will make us feel bad. There are so many perfect places to start that there is even no need to continue past this sentence. Anyway, thus saith a poet/punster/poopoo-er who keeps starting over, which is the nature of writing poetry.
The only art you can't do fast if you have to is poetry. It's God making us compulsive rhymers. Because God loves everyone. (We have to love the very same bastards.) Humans, however, have all the easy chores: poverty, crime, disease. God has the hard one: how to bring all people to get along together.
Poetry is not the same as lyrics. Poetry is simple self-love; lyrics, the poet wanting others to love, where words are made to sing without music. But submitting poetry is also the storm warning before rejection. Although just because one never finishes anything doesn't mean he shouldn't be starting things.
After all, what's the verb for what you do?
If only people could be more like books. In that they would give the information we want to know without the information that will make us feel bad. There are so many perfect places to start that there is even no need to continue past this sentence. Anyway, thus saith a poet/punster/poopoo-er who keeps starting over, which is the nature of writing poetry.
The only art you can't do fast if you have to is poetry. It's God making us compulsive rhymers. Because God loves everyone. (We have to love the very same bastards.) Humans, however, have all the easy chores: poverty, crime, disease. God has the hard one: how to bring all people to get along together.
Poetry is not the same as lyrics. Poetry is simple self-love; lyrics, the poet wanting others to love, where words are made to sing without music. But submitting poetry is also the storm warning before rejection. Although just because one never finishes anything doesn't mean he shouldn't be starting things.
After all, what's the verb for what you do?