05-25-2014, 04:37 AM
(05-23-2014, 05:07 PM)billy Wrote: ...Yes, you're righter. Poetry's flower oft has prosaic roots.
1 I think of something while taking a dump or having a bath (never both at the same time) or falling asleep
2 I try to remember what it was and try to write it. It turns to mush. ...
(Writing on toilet paper is damn hard, but it must be done.)
all this useless beauty... but what the hell, why not?

