This word count challenge I'm trying is turning out beautifully. I just posted a new poem entitled idiosyncratic routine and a happy to say that it seems to be getting a good bit of positive buzz. I'll admit to being a bit inspired by the title of a fictional comic book in Kevin Smith's Chasing Amy and stealing a character description a bit backhandedly from Charles De Lint's Newford novels. Jilly Coppercorn anyone?
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However the sentiment evoked is all me.
I used to be shallow, I'll admit it, although I know I had no right to be. Poetic talents aside, I'm certainly no prize. It's amazing how much your perspective on things changes when true happiness just sort jumps up and slaps you in the mouth.
But that's not the real point of this entry. I was a bit astounded when Malthis, who I've know since I was a freshman in high school, suggested that he really enjoys this "new muse" of mine.
Someone forgot to notify me of this change in personel. I personally think that I'm sort of a one pony show when it comes to my poetry. I tend to focus on romance and emotional topics. Women both from my present and past, dreams and nightmares always find their way into my work. I find it all terribly limiting, but nonetheless return to the scene of the crime often, with little shame. It's what I seem to do well.
Maybe I'm too close to the topic to see the supposed shift. But either way I may just take a look at some of my earlier work and see if I can spot something.
Adios for the moment.
Smile if you're stupid,
laugh if you understand.