Thursday, February 12, 2009

Can't

What is writer’s block? It’s the word “can’t”. It’s an illness with an unsure cure and unknown duration. It attacks with shearing, furious, unsympathetic criticism; a single word can’t be scribbled before it’s irrelevant or stupid. No idea can ripen without rotting. Everything reeks. Your words reek. You reek. The olfactory offensive engulfs and overwhelms. The spot cannot be cleaned off by force, and you hate myself for being so unable. So feeble. You hit the wall at the 25th mile and simply can’t go on.

 

Stupid metaphor. What would I know about running? I write. Badly. Just forget it.

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