Snow is coming down like it means business today. The wind is probing the west wall of my home with forceful intent. Good day to hide from January and all it's lewdness and start a new blog. I've done book reviews, film reviews and immature, current event related frat-boy humor. All of these things have their merits I suppose, but none of them give me much creative latitude. Today I cast aside these self imposed restrictions and start writing the way I've always loved to.
I recently submitted a poem for the annual Sarnia-Lambton Alzheimer's society writing contest and damn it felt good to make a poem again. It felt like I was taking a really sharp knife and cutting through bullshit to expose a more truthful center. I've decided I want to do more writing like that and I'm going to post it here, on this brand-new blog.
It will be sporadic I'm sure and only appear when the muse wills my mind into sluggish action. But I don't care because I may be the only person to ever read it. Like Mr. Doug Stanhope says: "Poems are like babies; They are beautiful...To their creator."
So if you agree with that great libertarian drunkard and find the reading of other people's poetry uncomfortable, I don't blame you. It can be tedious. Watching professional athletes do push-ups is tedious too, but it's not for your benefit. So if you don't like it, find something else to do. I won't mind.
