I hate it sometimes when I got a piece of poem in mind and the rest of it doesn’t want to come up. I have to store the verses until something happens…
My poetry book doesn’t sell. At all. I’m wondering why… I’m also wondering if I’m going to publish other poetry books or just publish them here. The point is not about making money… Just… you know… Picking the best option for my poems…
I didn’t write a single poem this month… Well, I started one and thought about another but they aren’t written…
I may try to write one daily in April… Stop thinking about digits for a while… diet results… retirement savings schemes… mortgage financing… Bad for poetry…
Legend has it that Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only six words. His response? “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” Last year, SMITH Magazine re-ignited the recountre by asking our readers for their own six-word memoirs. They sent in short life stories in droves, from the bittersweet (“Cursed with cancer, blessed with friends”) and poignant (“I still make coffee for two”) to the inspirational (“Business school? Bah! Pop music? Hurrah”) and hilarious (“I like big butts, can’t lie”).
Brilliant. Shorter is always better. But it’s not an easy process. Collecting differents universes I’m in, wrapping up all sides of my life…
The poet would probably like “I found out she is joy”. But I don’t think the whole me would.
At last ! My book is now available on Amazon !
The simple cover is pretty much a statement: books are about content, not nice looking covers.
At last, my poetry book is almost ready. Besides fixing the template, I have to figure out if I’ll add something like a prologue or an epilogue. Do I want to leave my poetry all alone or do I want to speak about the process, the context? Maybe it’s only about intellectual masturbation…
Sometimes, I come with an interesting title or verse in French but when I translate it, it becomes awful. Like that title for a story I have in mind: Ratisser l’abîme.
But in English it’s something like Raking the abyss. I hate it… Anyway, I don’t need a title if I don’t write the story…
Creatively, it’s hard to say if 2007 has been a good year for me as this is pretty much the year I wrote by far the less prose. Almost nothing ! But as it has been by far my best year ever for poetry… So… I know I definitely could write some story or thoughts but do I want to ? This ambivalence between silence all these verses is at least interesting.
Sometimes there is nothing like complaining to get things done…
Lately it seems my poetry is like an empty milk-shake. Trying to pull something but all I have is some noise from the straw. One, two verses, and a dead-end. Small pieces of poetry. I don’t know… Do I want too much ? Maybe I’m just not inspired… I miss the time when I was writing almost 2 poems a day…
I don’t know what I should do with that poem… Reject it from my poetry book project, come up with some end… The original end sucked so I am there wondering…
There’s no road sign for the lost soul
No bus line for the broken heart
No firemen for the love that can’t be
No ferry for the river of tears
No blue collars for the broken dreams
Any idea ? Anyone ?
I’m working on two different poetry books. One translation of my French poems and one about most of my late poems. I’m surprised how the first one is moving slowly. I thought it would be done by itself but I face a lot of translation frustrations slowing down the process. So the first one ready may be my late poetry. The process for this one is more about rediscover great poems (at least some appear to me as so) than wondering how I will translate a poem without killing it. I’m willing to deliver both as soon as possible. Might be a matter of weeks for the first one but months for the other one…
I love translating my French poems. Making decisions when the literal translation doesn’t work. I don’t know if these poems are better in English, at least some of them. It might be too early. I don’t know how skewed I am but I feel English is a more appropriate channel to talk about freedom. If I keep my rhythm I may be done with the translation in around 10 weeks. So maybe somewhere at the end of August the book will be available.
It’s crazy how poetry went from absent to central in my life. I think I would give up a lot of things in my life before poetry. Not that I have a lot of things I could give up…
My French poetry book is finally ready ! All right !
If you can’t read French, don’t despair. An English version is undergoing and at least some poems will be accessible in the process.
Once in a while, there’s a little voice in my head saying “You should write a novel that would be a “remake” of Shakespeare’s Macbeth !”.
That would certainly be cool. But I have so many short story and novel ideas and not that much time… I can afford writing all the poetry I want, and some philosophical observations, but the remaining time and energy isn’t that big. I don’t know how much I like the idea of waiting 35+ years to write novels as I’ll be retired.
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