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I love this poem, Bonnie! Thanks for sharing it, that one is definitely up MY alley... I´m  waiting patiently, so much so that I sometimes even forget I´m waiting, LOL.
 
Oh, and please don´t think you´re alone... The thirsty ones are plenty and they come across when you least expect it. We´ll seek some beverage to revive your muse.

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Here's another poem along the same 'lines', Mara!    I know....that for me......I usually have to be moved by something in order to 'create'.  That's why I often feel as tho my muse has died or deserted me......

So You Want To Be A Writer
BY

Charles Bukowski


 


If it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don't do it.
if you're doing it for money or
fame,
don't do it.
if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don't do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don't do it.
if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
don't do it.
if you're trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.

don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don't be dull and boring and
pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don't add to that.
don't do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don't do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don't do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.



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If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say?  And why are you waiting? 
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I really wish I could find others like me......ODDBALLS....that is.....

that would love to sit around a table, tossing ideas off of each other and spurring each other on to create..........

It's truly a shame....but where I live.....I sometimes feel as tho I am the only one with this thirst.....

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I had the feeling it was right up your alley. Glad you liked...

Apparently some groups have been set up to help each other to unblock their creativity since the book was first published 10 years ago. Here´s the link:


http://www.theartistsway.com/?section=2&sub=20

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WOW........You were right Mara...........This poem most definitely SPEAKS to me!  Thanks for sharing it!

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Taken from The Artist´s Way. A truly inspirational book for those who search for their creative selves.

I wish I could take language
And fold it like cool, moist rags.
I would lay words on your forehead.
I would wrap words on your wrists.
There , there, my words would say-
Or something better.
I Would ask them to murmur,
Hush and Shh, shh, its all right.
I would ask them to hold you all night.
I wish I could take language
And daub and soothe and coo
Where fever blisters and burns,
Where fever turns yourself against you.
I wish I could take language
And heal the words that were the wounds
You have no names for.

-Julia Cameron

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