Rut

I’ve been strug­gling with poet­ry late­ly. I feel that mine is too cere­bral, I feel I make peo­ple work too hard. When I try to open the access, I lose some­thing along the way, and I’m not quite too sure what it is. All that I seem left with is ‘wry.’ Twists and turns of phrase, word play, gives a feel­ing of wry­ness, but naught else.

In short, I feel stuck in a rut, and with­out inspi­ra­tion, or direc­tion. I am find­ing it hard to go any­where new, because I am focused on where I’ve been. The anthro­pol­o­gist in me [the per­son who is inter­est­ed in things peo­ple are inter­est­ed in] does not know where to go next.

Here is where you come in.

I think if I get feed­back from peo­ple, or rules to fol­low, what not to do, what new to try, et cetera, I might get my head around this writer’s apa­thy. In short, I’m ask­ing for advice, and assign­ments.

I don’t pre­tend toward any type of writ­ing tal­ent, but I know I can do bet­ter than what I do cur­rent­ly. My best is all I ask of me. But, I’m not sure I can do my best with­out y’all.