The Scribe's Curse

[Hawkman]

Blank page
How you assault the eye
No vision here
Is this how inspiration dies?
Where is the meter?
Have a fag, another cup of coffee

Think man, think!
But not too hard, don’t force it
Let words flow
Try to feel the rhythm
And just type

Yes, but what -
Half remembered teenage angst -
No thanks
How about love, it’s always worth a shot
Nah, who’d believe it
The colour of a starling’s wing
Too trite

There’s always death
It’s morbid,
And anyway the one you know about
Too close
Can’t share that - not yet

You could try, ‘Dr. Evil’
What?
‘Ode to a ferret,’ don’t be daft
God you’re hard to please
Look
See what you’ve written
Ah! Writer’s block

[PrinceMyshkin]

Almost too painful to be funny. I said "almost..." What is it, I wonder, that nudges one to write a poem when there's no inspiration for it?

[Dark Muse]

I loved this poem, it was so delightful and charming to read, I could barely get through it for my laughter while reading.

[TheEarthIsRound]

I loved this poem, it was so delightful and charming to read, I could barely get through it for my laughter while reading.

I second it! Copied and pasted =)

[Hawkman]

PM - thanks for dropping in. As always, I am pleased to have been able to entertain you. In answer to your query, and speaking purely for my self, it is this forum which compels me to write.

A place of inspiration.

Thanks also for your endorsement of, ‘The Tale of Mr. Mac’ in both strands. I would have replied in the lament, but thought it better to let it cool off now and give space to other worthy individuals.

Dark Muse,

Hello, good evening and welcome. Thank you for your comments and for the record, may I say how much I like both Mona Lisa smile and Deconstructing Gender. If they need critiquing I’ll leave it to wiser heads than mine.

Incidentally, I’ve just got in from feeding Dr. Evil and his brother, Mr. Sweet. Dr. Evil is a black-eyed, sandy ferret who, when a kit, would launch himself out of his hutch and attempt to claw his way up my chest. He did this in order to get into a comfortable position from which he might attempt to rip my throat out.

Mr. Sweet, was and is, a really cute polecat and of the two, the one I believed to have the sweetest nature. However, since growing up, Dr. Evil has developed into a fat, lazy, amiable chap, whereas recently, Mr. Sweet, whilst being petted, decided to sink his teeth into my landlady’s hand and proved particularly reluctant to let go.

With some difficulty I managed to separate hand and ferret, a procedure which obviously aggravated him, with the result that he attached himself to my hand, which again required considerable effort (and endurance) on my part in order to persuade him to release it.

Meddle not in the affairs of land piranhas - as being eaten may offend.

TEIR – Thank you.

[PrinceMyshkin]

It seems to me, regarding the preceding, that you've introduced a new genre to the forum, i.e., that of writing acknowledgements which, in their warmth, amusing asides and general interest, challenge many of our poems.

[Buh4Bee]

Nice poem dude.

[Dark Muse]

Dark Muse,

Hello, good evening and welcome. Thank you for your comments and for the record, may I say how much I like both Mona Lisa smile and Deconstructing Gender. If they need critiquing I’ll leave it to wiser heads than mine.

You are welcome, and thank you as well.

[MorpheusSandman]

I always love to read inventive pieces about writer's block and the artistic process because I find it fascinating. I also find the disconnect between how people perceive art as a finished product and how that art is created equally fascinating and it always surprises me the things that go through my OWN mind when I'm writing something opposed to how it ends up on the page.

I really like that you tackle this with a healthy dose of humor as well. I once wrote a short piece where I said that one can only call art a game because if you take it seriously you're bound to go insane.

[Hawkman]

Morpheus,

I beleive there is great profundity in that line.

With regard to the curse, If you can't beat it, write about it!

[Bar22do]

Blank page
How you assault the eye
No vision here
Is this how inspiration dies?
Where is the meter?
Have a fag, another cup of coffee

Think man, think!
But not too hard, don’t force it
Let words flow
Try to feel the rhythm
And just type

Yes, but what -
Half remembered teenage angst -
No thanks
How about love, it’s always worth a shot
Nah, who’d believe it
The colour of a starling’s wing
Too trite

There’s always death
It’s morbid,
And anyway the one you know about
Too close
Can’t share that - not yet

You could try, ‘Dr. Evil’
What?
‘Ode to a ferret,’ don’t be daft
God you’re hard to please
Look
See what you’ve written
Ah! Writer’s block

Not a curse! a blessing!
I ferreted this one out of your LitNet "attic", delighted to discover how lack of inspiration may effectively inspire one!
(as for your ferrets, you wouldn't clip their nails, would you... And how come Dr. Evil has black eyes? should they not be pinkish?)

Who was it that wrote recently about blank page fright? Can't remember :wink5:.
But there happens something BEFORE the blank page is opened... a trigger, an urge that pushes one to face the blankness, create tension, blindness, ache, disarming laughter?... words then start to crawl out from under the conscience... Inspiration has its strange ways... Be very well and - late but heartly congratulations for this one too! - Bar

[dizzydoll]

Excellent job... now who would have thought? :wink5:

[Hawkman]

Well, I think this is the first time I've had one of back catalogue offerings unearthed and bumped for fresh comment, so thanks Bar for your kind words (and you too diz, glad you liked it.)

May your gods go with you. H

[hillwalker]

Extremely amusing - and I sense 'An Ode to a Ferret' is in the offing.

My uncle (an olde-worlde farmer) used to have a white ferret called Ginny - and one of her tricks was to navigate up trouser legs (which probably explains why he used to tie up his trouser cuffs with baler twine).

Ah, happy memories..... and thanks for providing the inspiration for today's random thought.

H

[Hawkman]

You're Welcome, hill, and thanks.

You may rest assured that you are in no immediate danger of being subjected to and ode to a ferret.

Best, H