Diary of a Punk poet: an empty page
in our culture blog this month wasps versus humans, a skills exchange member and Irish punk poet, gives us a small look into the difficulty of writing, of the empty page
Staring at an empty page, waiting for it to make its mind up, looking at it, full of possibilities. Could be a song, poem, story, letter, even a list of future plans and possibilities… but no, it stays there stubbornly smirking, laughing at me, blank with nothing to say. “You can’t think of anything to write” it will say, “You’re rubbish.” Its emptiness represents everything I am yet to be, achieve or become.
I walk away. “Screw you!” I say.
“You can’t make me”
“Maybe I’ll just screw you up into a ball and kick you about the room, that will show you. I’ll kick you for all of us that can’t think of anything to write, the uninspired.”
Thoughts come into my head and then leave. “Please come back…well if that’s the way you want to play it then stay blank, stay there, naked without anything. Maybe I’ll just rip you into tiny pieces and let you fall over me like snow and then hoover you up!”
The empty page changes tactics… “Don’t give up on me. You can do this, write about your frustrations; describe how you’re feeling right now.”
And then out of nowhere we were friends again…
by Wasps Vs Humans
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