April 3, 2014 by musehick
Do you remember that scene in Jeff Goldblum where he is talking about the raindrop as it moves down the glass of the car window? Look it up – that reminds me of my poetry.
Or maybe I mean watch Trainspotting and the “choose life” speech, because that is where my impetus comes from.
Though maybe it doesn’t, and I actually mean consider Fight Club as the blueprint for everything I do.
It is not the cultural touchstones that limit your art, or inform it and make it worthwhile, though I know there are those who would say the institutional study of Shakespeare has made them better writers. What is it that limits your art? Well, like every other thing in your life that covers you in glory or in shame – you are in the driving seat.
One thing to remember though – a good diet equals a healthy stool sample. If you are ingesting crap then you are what you eat and the end product will not be a specimen that you can proudly display, like those cultural arbiters and their magnificent turds … I mean magnificent words.