morning I’ll not survive
and each evening I’ll be there
for it’s your turn now
take this crumpled mind
-M. Taggart
morning I’ll not survive
and each evening I’ll be there
for it’s your turn now
take this crumpled mind
-M. Taggart
The book was open
and the words were there,
but I couldn’t read them;
the words wouldn’t
stay still in my mind and
when they did it was too late.
-M. Taggart
I had words today
and that made all
the difference
-M. Taggart
I don’t care about cliques
A few people trying to tell themselves
they will transcend
I’d rather unite
any people
always
It’s a bit like walking a thought
down a washed out road
The severity of the gone-ness
needs no transcending
The road needs more rocks
-M. Taggart
They say-
Every good story needs a beginning,
middle,
and End.
With a cloudy memory
A crumb,
Followed by a bag of nothing-
finds a thing of clarity-
Once upon a Time.
Sovereignty.
-M. Taggart
Sometimes I read a book and I’m looking for something.
I ask myself what it might be. Words.
Odd. We all have the same ones to pick from.
In this language anyway.
I tell myself not to do this, but rather to enjoy the writing.
Instead I secretly keep looking.
Scouting how some of the greats used their words.
What blend of complexity, or straightforwardness,
did they use. And where did they end
the sentence, or did they continue while fetching
another thought to dice into the world of wonderment.
-M. Taggart
Recently, multiple people have contacted me concerning their blockage of writing. Here are my thoughts on this- Give yourself permission to write. Especially, give yourself permission to write what you aren’t allowing yourself to write and write all of it. Then, trim away.
If someone in your life is causing you to pause, or even controlling your writing, write it anyway. You don’t need permission to live your life. Live it, write it.
In my opinion it’s very unlikely a blockage is anything other than a block put in place by yourself, or someone next to you. Fear. You already know what to do. Do it. Even if the writing isn’t perfect, timeless, or up to your standards. It doesn’t matter. Not doing it at all is the only true failure.
Best of luck and cheers,
Matt
OH, I can write
says the blank door
They were eating water
seeing you seeing them
wait until they can’t
-M. Taggart
How many more thoughts can I have?
All of them.
-M. Taggart
take a word and flip it in your mind
no one’s watching
have a beer
let the word scream
watch beautiful
happen
-M. Taggart