new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Completely so and so we struggle with words.
So right, Gerry. In another vein, what you say reminds me of a dialogue from Zorba the Greek which goes something like this:Z=ZorbaK=KazantzakisZ - "Why do the young die? Why does anybody have to die"K - "I don't know."Z - "What's the use of all your damn books, then? If they don't tell you that, what the hell do they tell you?"K - "They tell me about the agony of men who can't answer questions like yours."
Isn't that what writing is all about? Trying to index every nuance of every new feeling?
Good question, Kass; your answer in the form of another question is a good reply but I suspect there are myriads of answers out there!