Insomniac
I lay awake last night trying to remember the texts of poems I wrote 15 years ago and of which no known copies survive.
Not an activity I'd recommend.
Not at all restful. Not at all a good way of getting to sleep.
Certain lines remain. You'd think I'd be able to reconstruct the surrounding text from these markers but I can't. Even where I know the general sense the actual words elude me. In some particularly frustrating instances I know the grammar and rythmn of a line but one or two key words have fallen out. Come on, I wrote the originals; surely my mind stll runs in the same grooves, this ought to be child's play. But it doesn't and it isn't.
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The guy who wrote those poems isn't "me" at all.
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Thank you for the vote of confidence.
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I can't reconstruct my own work from scratch. It's why I write everything down—if I don't catch the words, they disappear.
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I had a bonfire a few years back. I had boxes full of first drafts and stuff and I ruthlessly burned the lot. I regret it now.
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I also find that I think what I wrote years ago sounds so much better than what I'm writing now, although I suspect that's probably just because I tend to go back and re-read only the good stuff. :)
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I look at my "collected" verse- 30-40 years worth- and it's all of it far enough away for me to judge it as if it was someone else's. I reckon there were three- quite short- periods when I was writing on top of my game and everything in between is filler.
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I've not written poetry for years, but I had a poem in an online group a couple of years back that I thought I'd written down and hadn't - and the group manager suddenly upped and deleted the whole group, my poem included. Bummer.
If any are still important to you, maybe take the lines you still remember and construct new poems round them to fit in with who you are now?
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