The Birth of A Vicious Square

All too often, I get slack for writing poetry, posting it on the internet (Facebook), and then never looking back at it again. I know many other people who do it as well, and they're all my friends. And while hearing fluffy things about your work can make my day and make it easier to write the next one, wouldn't it be nice to hear from someone who isn't your friend that what you've just written belongs in the Recycling Bin? That you shouldn't dare touch a pencil ever again, because what you've written is so outside the reader's expectation of "good" poetry that they never want to read anything you write again? I've never had that. Sure, it's maybe happened, but what good does it do unless I hear what didn't work?

That was one of my goals in creating this blog. To breed an atmosphere in which I could receive the feedback I need to grow as a writer.

In addition to that lofty dream that may never be realized, what I write should be read. Not because of how I feel about it, or because of how anyone feels about it, but because that's what writing was meant to be— read. And not solely by the friends of the writer, because they like me (I think). They don't need my words as much as someone else might. So we'll see what comes of this.

No matter how much I write with my hands, my brain will never stop writing.

And no matter how much I think with my brain, my hands will never stop moving.

Life's a vicious square, and I'm at a corner.

So where do I go from here?