Monday, April 13, 2009

sometimes no poem

Somedays, poems leak out of our pens, stain the unprotected pockets of our frayed poet shirts. We even come to expect it, and feel a little off when nothing comes. We try to make something of nothing, like trying to get a few more miles out of a car with an empty fuel tank. Here's some advice from one who may have had such days himself:

So, poets, rest awhile
& shut up:
Nothing ever came
of nothing.
~ Jack Kerouac 1960

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