Thursday, March 04, 2004

 

Poets, you bore me! I feel blah, have felt so for a while, poetically, and was musing on my blahness, when I came across this at Cahiers de Corey: "the general American loneliness which I would argue besets poets all the more strongly because they are unwilling or unable to drug themselves out of feeling it the way most folks do."

Fuck! Is my feeling of outsiderness then the strongest sign that I have become a true and real poet? Jesus Christ, no wonder we all end up killing ourselves. This is a mental illness, people. And we revel in our sickness.

You realize, though, that even as I write this, I'm pondering revisions on a poem I wrote yesterday? Oh verily, I say, I am one of you.

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