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Mar. 9th, 2007 | 08:40 pm
I have a very bipolar attitude towards my poetry. Sometimes I will read a bit of the stuff I've written and I'll think I'm spot on; other times I will struggle with bad form, poor metaphor and blatant amateurism. And I want to burrow away and forget about all this writing business. Tonight is one of those nights.
It's not all terrible, I'm sure, but it's just not all great. The overall quality is lacking and the amount of excellent poems can be counted on one hand - maybe two. And forget about finishing that novel, might as well win a nobel in quantum physics.
When I feel like this, the best remedy is to read some contemporary poems; that usually makes me feel a little better. Taking a peek at the quality of some of the stuff being published today and I realize that, while some of it is great, much of it is average at best. I guess it depends on who you know and how badly you want it. In that case, I can only pray that I make a really excellent teacher someday.
Patience, thy virtue is overrated.