To Eliminate Writers' Block...

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  1. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni


    I hate you, ugly Writers' Block,
    you great big granite chunk -
    because of you I cannot think.
    For weeks I haven't thunk
    of anything quite good enough
    to put above my name.
    You're far too vast for me to move -
    too difficult to tame.

    You've hurt my creativity -
    increased my inhibition.
    What hatred do you have for me?
    Is my demise your mission?
    I'm sure you'd be ecstatic
    if I never wrote again.
    Well, look at me, you hateful prick -
    I'm picking up my pen!:tongue:

    dr Sooz

    * when Michelangelo was asked how he created his statue of David, he said, "I just chipped away everything that wasn't David."


    Please don't anyone get the impression that I'm male-bashing by my choice of epithets in the next to last line - it rhymed so I used it. Sorry.
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  2. resistance

    resistance Staff Alumni

    YOU GO GIRL!!!!!!!!!!! You aimed to whip that writers block ass and you did it!
  3. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    Yay! Nice demolition... :biggrin:
  4. * * * * *
    You just made me smile spontaneously for the first time in too many days after my hairy,scary move (I'm so frickin lost) - and I *LOVED* the drSooz part cause the first thing your words reminded me of were... Dr. Seuss - especially from his book "Oh The Places You'll Go" - and one of them is the waiting place

    WONDERFUL! You kick ass! I really mean it!!! You DID it!!!!! YEAH Baby! (brilliant, may I add brilliant?)


    (Allow me to celebrate your joy and mine with an excerpt I'd put together from the very book, a coupla years ago for my column)

    * * *

    You can get so confused
    that you’ll start to race
    down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
    and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
    headed, I fear, towards a most useless place.

    The Waiting Place…

    …for people just waiting.
    Waiting for a train to go
    or a bus to come, or a plane to go
    or the mail to come, or the rain to go
    or the phone to ring, or the snow to go
    or waiting around for a Yes or No
    or waiting for their hair to grow.
    Everyone is just waiting.

    NO! That’s not for you!
    Somehow you’ll escape
    all that waiting and staying.
    You’ll find the bright places
    where Boom Bands are playing.
    With banner flip-flapping,
    once more you’ll ride high!
    Ready for anything under the sky.
    Ready because you’re that kind of guy!
    Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be,
    with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

    Except when they don’t.
    Because, sometimes, they won’t.
    I’m afraid that some times you’ll play lonely games too.
    Games you can’t win ‘cause you’ll play against you.

    All Alone!
    Whether you like it or not,
    Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.
    And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance
    you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
    There are some, down the road, between hither and yon,
    that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.

    But on you will go though the weather be foul.
    On you will go though your enemies prowl.
    On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl.
    Onward up many a frightening creek,
    though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak.

    On and on you will hike.
    And I know you’ll hike far
    and face up to your problems whatever they are.
    You’ll get mixed up, of course,
    as you already know.
    You’ll get mixed up
    with many strange birds as you go.
    So be sure when you step.
    Step with care and great tact
    And remember that Life’s
    a Great Balancing Act.
    Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
    And never mix up your right foot with your left…

    (both dr sooz and Dr. Seuss RAWK)
  5. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni


    That's where my pen name came from - it's an homage to Dr Seuss!:smile:

    Glad you liked it! Now maybe I can write more easily if that big piece of stone is off my desk!!!:biggrin:


  6. curtius

    curtius Well-Known Member

    well done Least...

    well done.

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