I read that he lost a suitcase full of manuscripts on a
train and that they never were recovered.
I can't match the agony of this
but the other night I wrote a 3-page poem
upon this computer
and through my lack of diligence and
practice
and by playing around with commands
on the menu
I somehow managed to erase the poem
forever.
believe me, such a thing is difficult to do
even for a novice
but I somehow managed to do
it.
now I don't think this 3-pager was immortal
but there were some crazy wild lines,
now gone forever.
it bothers more than a touch, it's some-
thing like knocking over a good bottle of
wine.
and writing about it hardly makes a good
poem.
still, I thought somehow you'd like to
know?
if not, at least you've read this far
and there could be better work
down the line.
let's hope so, for your sake
and
mine.
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hahahaha clever clever... i am sooooooo motivated. the image about the wine bottle was perfect. and overall it's not rhythmical poetry ... it's real RAW!!!
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oh charles, i know! He isn't poetic here, but he addresses something every writer undoubtedly deals with.. It is similar to thinking of a fantastically poetic line and running upstairs to write it down, and somehow you forget it. It is irreplacable but lost.
I know that frustration, and Hemingway did too. But Buck's other poetry makes up for his loss, and I love the fact that he knows that. He has enough confidence to write something as unpoetic as this and not lose a single fan...
Fantastic.
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