Dejá Lu
By Ewan
Mon, 22 Sep 2008
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It's fate, destiny, doom:
writing the same poem
over and over again.
Your own tropes
regurgitated,
others' metaphors
chewed to pablum
and smeared on
the paper in
imitation of art.
It's fame, acceptance, loot:
striving for some status
higher and better than this.
Your poor words
unjustified,
beyond the margin,
blued by pencil
and thrown on
the slushpile in
merited contempt.
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'I can't go on. I'll go
'I can't go on. I'll go on.'
Samuel Barclay Beckett (13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989)
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Is anything really original?
Is anything really original? Aaahh the philosphers' never ending debate. I so enjoyed this in spite of doubts about chewing pablum and not liking 'slushpile'. Why is crticism of others' work so much easier than insight into ones own? Margot
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another poem to add to the
Permalink Submitted by littleditty on
another poem to add to the one big poem - oh what did Mr Elliot say? something like that - i liked the blue pencil line - editor's colours, blue - ive an old poem, may be here, called Blue pencil, which like this one reminds me to take a break and soak up more of the colours on the colour wheel -is it Autumn where you are? Missed it again, its the first day of Spring where i am, no more Canarian Dorada, but a Brasilian cheers to you :o)
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