Saturday, June 26, 2010
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Ha, poet! Beaten
by an old lady
in a fast car.”
*
“Do not write
for fame,”
the poet said.
“Do not write
for money.
Write instead
the clawing words,
the ones which
choke you,
and hope.”
*
“Write til your hands
are bleeding. Now
you're getting somewhere.”
