Creative Constipation

A Shitty Little Ditty

A good day—a bad day—so it goes on. Few people can be so tortured by writing as I am. —Virginia Woolf

Writing…is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some painful illness. —George Orwell

Above: When the bard has a big, bad blockage.

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I regret to report that my words are irregular.

If it’s crappy for you, just imagine my editor.

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It’s been seven whole days and not one single word.

I just float here in silence, much like a turd.

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They say either poop or get off the pot.

As for me, not a sentence will drop.

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My insights harden, my thoughts congeal,

Like concrete poems I can’t unseal.

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This literary logjam has messed up my mind.

I need fictive fiber of the writerly kind.

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Perhaps Meta-muse-cil or a similar aide,

Will get my thoughts moving and surmount this blockade.

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Amidst backed-up brain and clogged-up muse,

These cheap metaphors I just can't refuse.

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This shit sure does stink and I speak not of stools.

Just mental constipation's cruel, cruel ruse.

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What a shitty situation, a crappy conundrum!

You might think it’s funny until you happen on one.

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And so here I sit and wait for some gold.

Until damned writer’s block loosens its hold.

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Per my about page, White Noise is a work of experimentation. I view it as a sort of thinking aloud, a stress testing of my nascent ideas. Through it, I hope to sharpen my opinions against the whetstone of other people’s feedback, commentary, and input.

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With sincere gratitude,

Tom