Poetry Teaches Us Music, Metaphor, Condensation And

Lawyer Even Sounds Like Liar.

I Would Have Been Completely Brainwashed By This Lopsided And Racist View Of The World If It Weren't For My Father. He Was A Deep Thinker And An Irrepressible Problem Solver. He Was A Black Socrates, Asking Why And Then Spoiling Ready-made Replies.

Love, As The Poet Says, Is Like The Spring. It Grows On You And Seduces You Slowly And Gently, But It Holds Tight Like The Roots Of A Tree. You Don't Know Until You're Ready To Go That You Can't Move, That You Would Have To Mutilate Yourself In Order To Be Free. That's The Feeling. It Doesn't Last, At Least It Doesn't Have To. But It Holds On Like A Steel Claw In Your Chest. Even If The Tree Dies, The Roots Cling To You. I've Seen Men And Women Give Up Everything For Love That Once Was.

Poetry Teaches Us Music, Metaphor, Condensation And Specificity.

This Is All You Have To Do. Sit Down Once A Day To The Novel And Start Working Without Internal Criticism, Without Debilitating Expectations, Without The Need To Look At Your Words As If They Were Already Printed And Bound. The Beginning Is Only A Draft. Drafts Are Imperfect By Definition.