Monday, December 9, 2013

365 Poems: Underexposed

Day 343

We talked a little yesterday about failure and success, and Neil Gaiman visited briefly with some advice about writing, mainly, to write with assurance and confidence, which is easier to do the more (and longer) one writes.

But F. Scott shares some advice that's harder for some of us to take:
You've got to sell your heart, your strongest reactions, not the little minor things that only touch you lightly, the little experiences that you might tell at dinner....
Ernest Hemingway's first stories "In Our Time" went right down to the bottom of all that he had ever felt and known. In "This Side of Paradise" I wrote about a love affair that was still bleeding as fresh as the skin wound on a haemophile.
Oh, world, stay out of my cloistered heart!
For it's all I've got,
these careful, listless reactions and
plotted mindless experiences, just
go ahead, get distracted by the minutiae of a day for
there's no this to see here,
Obiwan, these aren't the droids --
Remember, Ernest;
strip-mining is not environmentally sound,
it should be banned,
all that richness opened,
the overburden removed,
treasure exposed to the elements,
a rape of the land!  --
And Scott, haven't you learned
to turn away from that injury,
staunch the blood quickly,
bandage it gone,
don't make us look at it,
no, don't, don't, we must look away,
pretend it didn't happen --
Oh, world, stay out of my black heart!

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