Frankly, I am floored. I didn't know you liked the stuff so much. I don't post on LJ much anymore because I didn't think anyone ever read it. It's hard to keep putting yourself out there. Poetry is my most honest face. But, like Katherine Hepburn said, "Life is hard. After all, it kills ya." I never expected anyone to write something like this about me. Honestly, it comes at a time when I have been considering giving up. I didn't think anyone else realized what a huge gamble this move has been for me. I am laying down fifty thousand dollars I don't have on a career I'm not sure I can break into. I am so close to crashing and burning, I feel like Icarus. But it's exactly like you said. You're faced with a choice: be a mediocre success forever, without the fear of utter ruin, or risk it all for the big time. By now, it's no secret what I chose. I am Sparta and this is my Thermopylae. I'm intent on fighting until my shield is shattered by the final, piercing arrow. So if you hear that "Aieeeeeeeeeeee!" Yep. That's me. Falling. ;-)
And I almost forgot. For poets who speak in a man's voice, try Billy Collins' "Nine Horses" and Bruce Smith's "The Other Lover." I think you'll like them. For a crass man's voice you can always read Bukowski, but personally, I think he's kind of lame. :)
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Go for it girrl
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