I'm supposed to be writing a "Congratulations" message and I can't even get that going.

I should be writing a MeCha comment, but I can't even do that.

I should be writing my Antony and Cleopatra essay, but my brain won't hear of it.

Yeah, that "Cleopatra = fishing lure" thing I put in the surreal thread? May not be a joke.

Write about writer's block.
Also, maybe this will help.

Here ya go, seanyboy:

orange/door hinge

Now, go create.

I should be sleeping right now, but I can't even do that because I'm stressed.

Anyway, my advice is, if you're lacking inspiration at the moment, work on the bits that don't require inspiration. Works for me.

You could also cleanse the old palette by watching some stupid Youtube crap.

I have something now, but it's struggling for an ending. It's called "The Contents of men's pockets."

Written from a female perspective. I want to try and say something about not understanding men. That they all have something in their pockets. But nobody knows what that thing is. Sort of like a mens secret. I've got a bunch of stuff about the emotional stuff men carry in their pockets, and some more prosaic stuff, "I have dated two men who / packed blank index cards in case / of unknowable index card related / emergencies." but I'm struggling for the end.

I may just go to bed and see if I can finish up this first draft tomorrow.

In the end, he has a hole in his pocket.

Seriously. It's like, deep and shit. Symbolic, even. Maybe a penny could fall out. Or a euro? What do you people use these days?

(In non-silliness, what a neat idea for a poem.)

I think they use pelts. Usually squirrel.

His soul went through the wash / now it's covered in lint and / pieces of a bus pass he'd forgotten / Tide's in / dirts' out.

dirts' dirt's

...covered in a small festival of lint

Festival Of Lint would be a great band name. I'm just saying.

Writers block is a bitch

Write about apostrophes ;)

One of my writing books had the assignment to write about not writing....and a classmate from Iowa who now teaches at Amherst said in his blog that the internet space should not be the writing space.

I need to finish straightening up (I left a note on the super's desk that tomorrow isn't convenient for me to have pictures taken and I'll have to get back to him as to when will be. I'm so fed up with the bullshit--not only did I find the construction permit dated last September online, but before the new owner blocked off his vestibule I took a time-stamped picture of it pasted to his door. I have not yet confronted the super with his lie that nothing was going on before Monday), find printer paper that won't jam and talk to my lawyer about these issues.

Open a book or newspaper at random and read a paragraph. Then write something about the facts/ideas contained in that paragraph.

Are you on deadline or something? What's this "should" all about? Nothing to say, nothing to write. People spend years staring at the typewriter, tackling "writer's block" head on when they should be out cultivating a source of poetic thought through mindful experiences, enriching influences, and enough time and space to process it all in the way that works for you. I'm not saying that you need to go spend a year hitchhiking through in Thailand if you want to be a Real Writer, I'm saying that if you're at the end of your rope maybe it's time to go out and find something that will make you desperate to write. Banging your head against the tyranny of the empty page isn't going to make poetry happen. And for god's sake don't write about writer's block except as a desperate exercise to warm your fingers in freezing climes.