My Year of Writing Dangerously

On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.



Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Day 8 - I am slovenly, hear me "meh"

Okay. It's late, I'm tired, but in order to avoid becoming complacent about this project, I hereby PROMISE that I will post a much longer poem tomorrow (ie. NOT a limerick) But for now:

These poems are getting quite lame
The form of them mostly the same
I need to find guts
To get out of this rut
Or risk my invisible fame
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