Insomniac

[poliphilo]

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.

Comments

[fickleasever.livejournal.com]

No, it's not restful.

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?

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I brought this on myself. I had a big bonfire a few years back and now I'm regretting it.

[fickleasever.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know the feeling. In 1973 I destroyed a diary I'd been writing in since I was a child, and I've regretted it ever since.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I've destroyed diaries too. Big mistake.