In My Room/Office/Studio

In My Room/Office/Studio
"A writer and nothing else: a man alone in a room with the English language, trying to get human feelings right." - John K. Hutchen.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Poetry Madness


When my bones hurt and ache inside, as though the marrow is burning, I know it's music wanting to come out. Remedy? I pick my bass or acoustic guitar and I'm cured - immediately. But when my brain turns inside my skull, swirling painfully, left and right hemispheres battling to change positions, I know its poetry. And I know I'll soon be labeled 'mad', 'insane', 'nuts', crazy', etc. But I'll just let my pen scribble...anything and everything.
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