Writing is a dog’s life, but the only life worth living – Flaubert
Friday, July 24, 2009
Three by Three
Three short poems on hand. Don't know where to send them. They evolved weirdly -- showing up in one longer poem that I couldn't make work. I dismantled it and from the pieces grew these three. But of what quality and to what purpose? Writing is always something to do, but it isn't always something worth doing -- not if the results are trivial or inept.