Tell it
to vomit a little
See where that takes you
Tell it
you can hear music
it needs to describe
Write / discard
paint / discard
sculpt / discard
compose / discard
then smile
when it tells you
to knock that shit off
and save a little something…then
discard some more
Get with a partner
and ding the paint a little
Got a cliff?
Jump off
Tell the thing
to fly piss fuck
off
Rename yourself
then remain yourself
with a ream of paper and
blood crayons
Forget about it
Knuckle drag a week around
Club your foot into submission
Blah Blah Blah a college course
Masticate masturbate
Make up a word and
Manchurate then
define it for us
Christ,
if you absolutely have to
Drop a little acid
if after all that
you still can’t make it work —
I know a guy
Just
for the sake of crisis
stop writing 600 word epic posts
notes and updates
letters to old mentors
and essays
about how you can’t
write
anymore
Because the block
is a ghost
only as strong as
your belief in it
The truth is
all you’ve got is a bad case
of hating your results
so do the art you are meant to do
toss what you hate
you will get there
and if not?
do the art anyway
for the love of process and
self

March 14th, 2013 at 11:32 pm
I think I like this more than I should.
March 15th, 2013 at 12:19 am
Because it’s so bad? 😉
March 15th, 2013 at 12:47 pm
I like it a lot. Largely because it’s got this “street oratory” feel to it.
March 15th, 2013 at 2:42 pm
Reaching back to the ol’ slam roots for it. Thanks.