A Writer's Notebook, Day Two-Hundred-And-Fifty-Nine

I've written several new poems today, including at least one that I feel is quite good already, though it will need some work, and another that I am thinking may require a bit more tinkering before I get it right, but which has a certain potential.  In addition, I've written one or two other things that might have a certain value at the end of the day, though in a different way, perhaps.  I think there are often pieces that can be used in those poems, although the whole of it may not yet be there.  I'm working towards something, though, with them, even if individual elements aren't working, as a cohesive longer work, their are ways in which these things are clearly capable of working together.

For instance, I've been working on a great many poems that reflect my need to write and the reality that, at times, the only thought at that moment is that I need to write, and so it becomes an exercise of discussing that itself. These individual pieces have some qualities independently, perhaps, but are far more capable of being understood in a context where they are collected as sections of a longer work, and in some cases those sections may be entire pieces, while other sections might be made through the interaction and connecting of fragments from various works.

In the end, I can conceive of a number of those sorts of longer works that are beginning to exist within the work I am already doing, and I am also seeing ways to do new and more interesting kinds of work.  The biggest fear must be learning to do one thing so well that it becomes too easy to do that, and thus it becomes the main or only type of writing that is emerging.  I'm pushing in many directions, I think, and hope to fight against developing a certain personal trope.  I think I can see connections in certain poems, of course, but I also am able to recognize them as very different in other ways, though it still concerns me.  In the end, I have to realize that Iit is a matter of doing many kinds of work, at times, not just of avoiding over indulging one type of writing alone.  Both sides are important in that equation.

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