‘Great ideas come and go. Execution hardly happens.’
I’ve spoken these words thousands of times. At one point I taped the quote on my computer. Forcing myself to take the book I was writing seriously. To ensure I wouldn’t fowl my intention. I did finish the book. And since that time I’ve written two additional books. I know one of them is not good. I also know the other is very good. However, I’m learning it doesn’t fit the current market.
I’m now on chapter five of a new project. And yesterday morning I pushed myself to again submit a batch of poems to a publication. The only shame would be if I hadn’t. I cannot be that man who says and never does. I cannot. I will not.
Finish your chapter. Finish your poem. Let it live. Once you’ve found completion you can relax. Submit your work. And submit it again. The feeling of rejection is art.
If interested, below is a link to the only book of mine that’s available online.
Or you can visit this-
Thanks for reading,
crushing ribs while spittle irrupts-
speak truth loved ones
the hand tore away jaw, throat, vision-
a cloud becomes us all
while we search
Come, shelter your soul in a golden field
Make it yours with the sun
You will be free
Sometimes I don’t know who’s in charge. But, when I tie a knot left handed, I know it’s not me.
Over knees we go. Did you hear the sky today? It know’s much more than a cry. Don’t, let’s not see the crisp apple near the little girl with the red dress. She already put you to shame with a look. She is six. Walk in the brook. The mud is deep- It’s very dark. Our room is haunted. It has wooden floor boards and the light from the moon tries to creep. Our closet door creaks open again. who’s there.
As soon as you ask permission, you’re fucked. Do what you need to do.
Our last thought-
Will continue to haunt until its arrival
and then we are gone
OH Mannn! How did I publish this originally with the first word misspelled? I’ll tell you. I was scrambling to finish work items, while dripping from my shower, while watching my son pop awake via the monitor, and while desperately trying to toss tags into place so I could click publish and move on with my day. lol..then, I see in my email my wonderfully misspelled word. Oh well, shit happens.
Any parent who works, and juggles children knows exactly what I’m talking about.
If you see a horribly misspelled word, you can give me shit. I think it’s funny and I enjoy laughing at myself. I feel for the humans who follow me via email though. They, like me, received an email with the content. lol not pretty.
Anyway, go smash some shit, have fun, drive into mud too deep and spit while doing so. Into your window. Because you forgot to open it.
When you prefer Beethoven over a friend’s mouth-less whisper.
At one point we’ll all reach down and pick something up again.
When confidence isn’t met with execution, or production, depression finds confidence and destroys it to hell. -M. Taggart