Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Tuesday Morning.

A real poet isn't a "nice guy". He's not a friend. He finds no inspiration in a pretty summer afternoon. He finds it in at the very bottom of the deepest barrel. A real poet is as dangerous as he is desperate. He'll sell your heart to the junkman for a buck, and put that buck toward a bottle to drink until he can't stand. Then, he'll drink some more.


  1. That's too dark, you can find inspiration in nice things too!!

  2. I like this. And it makes sense, because if a poet is constantly concerned with what others think or feel, how does he get to the nitty gritty, the deepest truth of something.

    Good thoughts.

  3. one word; Byron.

    Cool post man :D

  4. Yeah Bryon would be a prime example. He was one of the best around.