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Friday, October 20, 2006
writer’s block — the ultimate inspiration...
my “writer’s block” haiku was actually part of an article I wrote for the e-journal GotPoetry.com. I am reprinting the article in its entirety with my own permission. Have you ever set aside a precious block of leisure time for writing, only to find that the Word Well has run dry? Speaking for myself, this phenomenon is at least as common as its opposite: experiencing a “haiku moment” without a means of capturing it in words. The latter often happens when I’m on the train: I see something that jars my imagination but circumstances make it impossible to write. The former usually occurs when I suddenly find myself with a few unclaimed minutes. I tell myself to write, but I draw a blank. I’m sure I’ve experienced something worth sharing, but nothing comes to mind. In the past I’ve unplugged this creative logjam by writing about it. As a matter of a fact, my first published haiku was inspired by... a lack of inspiration: staring What worked for me 12 or 13 years ago still works today. I try to write during my commute to and from Boston, but sometimes I’m totally empty. So the other day I started with “writer’s block“ as a first line and then gave myself the exercise to jot down the first interesting thing I saw: writer’s block — Looking through my archives reveals that I do this fairly often. writer’s block — ...and before I know it, I’m writing!
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Here’s a haiku poet’s dilemma: I wrote this haiku while waiting for the Green Line to arrive at Copley Square this afternoon.
rush hour — Once the train had arrived, I inserted a single word, but now I wonder if it represents too much editorialism on my part. rush hour — At the moment I like both variations, but despite the minimal difference they represent very different haiku, one (IMHO) more heavy-handed than the other. Thoughts?
Sunday, October 15, 2006
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Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
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