Posts Tagged ‘charles bukowski’

unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

The above is from my favorite part of a poem by Charles Bukowski called “So You Want To Be A Writer” – which is the poem that made me fall in love a start buying volumes of his work. For very obvious reasons, as you can tell from the example.

The reason I’m even sharing this piece in particular, is because it perfectly describes how my writerly brain has been working the past week – which is BETTER THAN EVER.

I’m not saying my brain is as awesome as it was prior to the Mysterious Sickness of Doom aka Sjogren’s Syndrome. But the writer part of my head is alive and well this week. My muse has been poking around, and I’ve almost gotten a plot figured out completely for an entirely new book! WOO! You have no idea how excited I am. This is the Universe jabbing at me with a sharp stick, saying “Hey… Hey, you. Yeah, you there. Get the work. You’ve spent enough time screwing around.”

I hear you. LOUD AND CLEAR.

Which is why I’ve decided to participate in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in November.  WOOHOOOO!

Wish me luck, kiddos!

Any who, thought I would share that really quick.

~Angel

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out of the sickroom and into the white blazing sun

 

hey, you’re not dead, youre
doing good, damned good again,
what’s this talk about tossing it
in?
what you were doing while you
were feeling sick enough
to die,
what you were really doing was just re-
charging your
batteries.
now let everybody get
out of the way,
you’re thundering
down the track again
like a locomotive
hauling 90 thousand
unwritten poems
and they’re all
yours
and you’re pounding along
the rails
sometimes through dark tunnels
but then roaring out again
into the
light!
who the hell said that
you no longer had it in
you?
it was you who said that.
the engineer.
who is now
feeling the fresh surge of
hope and
power
and who is
grinning madly at the
thought of this
wonderful
new
day.

– Charles Bukowski