Essay Ending with a Quote by William Gibson
Buck Downs
I think one of the hard
things about poetry is that there’s not very much to do, in a direct or actual
sense. You can be a more or less fully functioning and productive poet in about
30 minutes a day, most days, and most days, putting in more time would be a
waste of sunshine and would not produce anything better than what already
happened. Any poet with halfway decent work habits can finish more poetry in
five years than could be read in twenty. So what’s to do with all the free
time?
I may be letting the cat out
of the bag here, and I apologize to my poetry peers for that. We poets, as a
group, would like for it to be known that we are entirely swamped, yall. The demands of the world are too much on us, and if
yall the world had a shred of conscience, you would stop bothering us with your
picayune demands for love and the rent, et al.
So it’s hard some days; I
roll out of bed and have hardly rinsed the crust of sleep off me before boom!
another poem has appeared, in full and intransigent glory, and now I have three
hours to kill until lunch.
Me, I have been so desperate
for something to fill the ginormous blocks of time between poems that I have at
times chosen work, and other related
pursuits, that I am vocationally obliged as a poet to affect to despise as a
totally bourgeois intrusion upon my liberty.
This may seem at odds with
what you have heard from other poets, or even said yourself regarding the
writing of poetry and time. But please take my word it: they are not to be
taken seriously, these goldbricks who cry for more time. They have too much
time already, and you know they do, because you can hear them every day,
querying the hive mind about what show to binge watch next. The world should be
your show, dipshit -- get out and star in it.
“I suspect I have spent just about exactly
as much time actually writing as the average person my age has spent watching
television, and that, as much as anything, may be the real secret here.” -- William Gibson, Source Code
A native of Jones County Miss., Buck Downs’ latest book is TACHYCARDIA,
available from Edge Books. His chapbook Shiftless(Harvester)
was recently published by above/ground press. Buck is the poetry editor of Boog City, and works at Bridge Street Books in Washington, DC.
Photo by Michael Geffner/The
Inspired Word NYC
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