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September 20, 2012 by musehick

I don’t know whether it is an interesting question or not, but I was just thinking to myself, which is better for a writer of poetry? To fall in love or to fall out of love? Which one of these two states is it that bears more fruit? How many poems have I written whilst becoming enamoured compared to how many I have written when becoming heartbroken? Do they weigh equally on the scales? Something tells me they would lean more in the direction of heartbreak than swooning but I could be wrong.

I know, and this may sound strange, but I have written quite a lot of love poetry when love was about as far away as the horizon, and some of that was better than the stuff I wrote when I was genuinely head over heels. It is kind of interesting to dig through fossilised emotions in the form of old poems – to see how intensely one can have a feeling, how it can burn out, and how it can rekindle as a kind of echo.

I have been continuing the editing this week, and I released my 75th book, funnily enough called New Bruises and have been working on all my other various sites. But there will be more books soon; they are being edited, or rather formatted, so you will all be seeing more stories and more poems.

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