My colleague Casey Blair conspired with the cat to force me to write this. The original can be found here.
Endlessly tweaking her stories assemble in scrivener
Awaiting her words
Flailing at phrases connected by commas that run
Wishing they were wise
Only to stick at the need to revise.
Pensively plotting she opts for an outline and opens
An empty notepad file
Clearly contriving the crux of the conflict she backs up
To chapter five
Or even the prologue
It is one story
It is too discordant
It’s in three fragments
It is for submission
Perspective produces professional prose that puzzles
The editor inside
Perfection’s a problem that promises painful proposals:
Which words to elide
While choking on the prologue
It is one story
It is too discordant
It’s in three fragments
It is for submission
Lots of fun. Also, it had been too long since I heard the original, thanks for the reminder.
Excellent!
It’s in three [*sings fast*] partharmony.
Fortunately, it’s against my principles to speculate on whether people’s writings have personal references to their lives.
“In fact, I start to wonder if what we have here
is really two poems, or three, or four,
or possibly none.”
(billy collins, “workshop”)
Delightful.
“In fact, I start to wonder if what we have here
is really two poems, or three, or four,
or possibly none.”
We shouldn’t measure poems ordinally.
It isn’t like one poem, two poems, three poems.
It’s more like a quart of poetry, or a pound of poetry, or a thousand amps of poetry.
This could easily be an Amanda Palmer song… ^_^
Okay, I clicked through to read this… and guess what started playing on my computer? WinAmp is psychic, I tell ya!
You are an evil bastard. — I like that. :-)
Clever. Oh, and thanks for bringing me back to my childhood. (Not that I was a child this long ago, but I did own this cassette tape as a child)