CHRONICLE OF A LIFE FORETOLD

The Chronicles

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Wednesday

POMES



They're actually a major problem,
poems are. They're a major pain.
Empathy, or, Theatre of the Absurd
But I don't want to discourage
anyone from attempting them.

Don't want to encourage anyone
either.


It can be rewarding. You just have
to decide if the sacrifice is worth it.


I don't know if anyone ever
consciously sits down to write a
poem. They just come. Of
course, some come more easily

than others, get jotted down in
a fever and are done or very
near done.


For example, how Bob Dylan wrote
songs in the sixties, especially in
the earlier years.

One can almost see how one would
jump to the conclusion that it is
evidence of some divine-super-
natural-being-energy-power.
It is a trap into which one can almost
hardly blame one for falling.

Not that it isn't
evidence of
divine-supernatural-being-energy-
power
, just not in the same sense.

Oftentimes they don't come down in
one go, for instance. You have to
wrestle with them awhile. Some
never make it.

At least generally with time you can
begin to tell which ones are worth
fighting for and which ones are best
let go.



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