The quest for inspiration continues! I just bought a Charles Simic book as well as Whitman's "Song of Myself," which should hopefully generate some cool thinking. I move into my new abode today, so it may take a couple days to settle enough to do substantial writing, but I'll try to keep writing.
I find that when I actually manage to get into the habit of writing, it gradually becomes easier and easier. When I'm writing at least something every day, it puts me in a more writerly mindset-- I start to notice the potential for poetry in things that might otherwise have passed me by. Hopefully that will start to happen soon-- for right now, the writing process is still very tricky. It both helps and hurts to know that there's an audience, even if it's a somewhat small one. Because there are readers, I feel the need to produce writing more acutely; at the same time, it becomes that much harder, because it makes me write with the assumed reader too much in mind. It becomes difficult to write frankly and with absolute honesty, which I think makes for the best poetry. I'll try to let go of all of that.
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the sun rose like a man who couldn't get hard,
soft across the body newly shaped,
hollowed by a new ambivilence, yet
made frantic by the iron rod of Want
within it-- Want for a place where children
are not swallowed out of sunroofs by tornadoes,
Want for something just a little stronger,
for beat and breath and public display
a rumble bubbles slowly in the feet and legs
the man rolls over slowly and the body sees
his sleeping face and double chin,
it is time to go, now,
the important parts of her drifting unassisted
into blue air
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