I love this quote from Martin Amis in London Fields:
“We are all poets or babies in the middle of the night”.
It was not the only thing:
Words were bouncing around my brain,
Pinballs bouncing and rolling,
But never stopping long enough
For me to catch them.
They were just round a corner,
Just out of mind:
I strained to produce them,
Verbal constipation.
So for the night, I was a baby
And not the poet I long to be.
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
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Written on 2019-06-03 at 23:15
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“We are all poets or babies in the middle of the night”.
Poet or baby?
Last night, sleep eluded me.It was not the only thing:
Words were bouncing around my brain,
Pinballs bouncing and rolling,
But never stopping long enough
For me to catch them.
They were just round a corner,
Just out of mind:
I strained to produce them,
Verbal constipation.
So for the night, I was a baby
And not the poet I long to be.
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
Read 480 times
Written on 2019-06-03 at 23:15
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