I Know a Man
I own countless notebooks and journals, but most of their pages remain blank. The few I manage to start end abruptly. Their opening pages are filled with the energy of new creative projects, first drafts at poems and prose pieces, reading notes, quotes, hum-drum observations and random jottings. Yet they all dwindle into nothingness or stop mid-thought. Notebooks and journals, I suppose, invite forms of writing that are partial, incomplete, and unfinished. My only regret is that most of my notebook and journal writings never lead to anything else. The countless poems, stories, and essays I never wrote! Of course it’s possible this blog may meet the same fate as my stack of empty journals. But I dare myself to keep writing. So I hope this blog will be a sustained effort at writing against a void, despite or because “the darkness surrounds us,” as Robert Creeley wrote. What can we do against it? Write, he sd.