Nobody Said it was Easy.

1. A Lesson

How To Be a Poet


(to remind myself)


Make a place to sit down.

Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill—more of each
than you have—inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your poems,
doubt their judgment.


Breathe with unconditional breath

the unconditioned air.

Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.


Accept what comes from silence.

Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.

2. A Thought

In my Philosophy class today, we were discussing a final project we have to do and I mentioned that I already write a blog so I’ll probably just choose to write a blog regarding a particular philosophical topic, which is one of the options. It sparked a conversation about blogs and published writing in general. They thought it was pretty interesting and I told them about my daily blogging obligation, and, as most people do, they asked what I write about. And every time someone asks me that question, I have no answer. I don’t know what I write about. I know it’s silly to sit here and write about how I don’t know what I write about. Shoot, I write about whatever the hell I want to write about and whatever I manage to feel any inclination to write about. I have particular motives for writing this blog that I think are reasonable and meaningful to me but I realize it is somewhat pretentious. By publishing writing of this kind for others to read, you’re implying, whether you mean to or not, that either your life, your daily happenings, your feelings, whatever you choose to write about, or your writing ability is stellar or at least interesting enough that someone other than yourself would care about it. That lead me to pose this question that I hope you’ll consider answering: why are you reading this? I know what I write and why I continue to write but I don’t know why you read and continue to read.

3. A Beautifully Appropriate Song

I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I’ve set you apart


2 thoughts on “Nobody Said it was Easy.

  1. Julia Moen says:

    I don’t read this because you are my friend and I love you. I don’t read it because you have the courage to ask question and make statements that I might not and the eloquence to write them in a way that I know I can not. I do read this because it is better than seeing you in person because you are smelly, also, sometimes you post good music.

  2. Patrick Burke says:

    I started reading this because you were my friend. I continued reading it because I admire your writing and your willingness to admit your feelings in a public space. Now I mostly read it in hopes of being mentioned… not really, but…

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