I want everyone who reads this, that wants to, to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want and I will answer them as honestly and completely as I can. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this, allowing your friends (including me) to ask you anything.
(Based on time, I’ll answer only the first ten sets of questions I receive.)
If you’re a good poet, you are precise.
PRECISE, motherfucker.
PRECISE. Not vague. Not mushy. Not ready to overlook stupid ass mistakes and ignorance in a poem in favor of the sincerity of emotion contained therein.
PRECISE. Every word’s there for a reason. Every word adds something. You know why the word is there if someone asks you about it.
PRECISE. Minimal abstraction; more images; more concrete sensory description. NO FUCKING SLOGANS.
I’ll go back to grouching in seclusion now.
Dark Matter 