On Writing
Writing is a connection Between idea and expression You look for the Idea Godot; The elusive elf And hide and seek it goes. Half clad, it sometimes comes, Sometimes half revealed, Sometimes presents the full-blown Idea Seeking self- expression. When the Godot does not show up You go after it, Godot yourself. Day in and day out In hot pursuit You look inward, You look outward, You look point blank Only to go blank. You bleed your heart out; At the Idea’s altar, You die a thousand deaths. But if luck is on your side Resurrection lurks within sight And from nowhere the Idea emerges, The expression falling in place All on its own, effortless, painless As though an enlightenment. ------------