My writing style
has gotten a swift kick in the ass...
I've been inspired to write new poems
AND to edit old ones
I hate editing
I feel soemthing is lost from the original in the process...
It's hard to keep the primal feel of a work while trying to civilize it.
like trying to keep Tarzan the king of the jungle and have him wear the clothes of one...
Impossible,
but lately it hasnt been an issue.
something got bumped in my head and fell off a shelf...
starting a Rube Goldberg effect on my creativity.
I'm enjoying the new freedom I wield with a keyboard and pen
only good can come of this
Author notes
I dunno what was knocked loose, but neither did it break nor damage any other brain cells ... that I know of...
Just a polite smack in the face...
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