to feel romantic about the writer’s block

By Bogdan Dragos

48 days without
a word
written

maybe there
weren’t exactly 48
but he liked
to feel
romantic about his
writer’s block

A good period of
writer’s block
is one
that makes you
write about
what an incapable
writer
you are

perhaps
tomorrow, he thought
as he came out of
the bathroom
and opened the bottle
of red wine
and poured himself a glass
as he watched the
snow falling
outside

Last day
during a nap
he dreamed that the snow
reached all the way
to the sixth floor
where he lived
and he saw his
wife and two kids
walking on top of it,
stopping by
his window to
check on him

It was a funny dream

The wife and kids
left during the summer that
passed and never came back
and he tried to make
himself
guilty
for
not missing them that much,
but failed

Now that he was a
bachelor again
he could finally dedicate
enough time
to his writing

or
drinking

drinking while
waiting for
the muse

The muse is much like
God
You often cross paths
with it and don’t
even notice

the only thing he
crossed paths with
lately was
that fat cockroach he
hesitated to stomp
in the kitchen

It’s probably female
and has a belly
full of eggs, he
thought. It didn’t feel
right killing it

Maybe that
was his muse

better watch
out for it

wouldn't wanna hurt
yet another
pregnant being

she might
leave
too. Forever.

24 comentarios sobre “to feel romantic about the writer’s block

  1. Good work, Bogdan !
    What is a «writer’s blog» it sounds like a scary story for young children!
    Sometimes we need new eyes, do something completely mad, make the step into the void … and find out that the bridge was not visible from our point of view … and you go on and sing! Nice creative day! Like Monty Python, they always say… ,,And now, something completely different ! 🙂 And You will read Your poetry aloud !

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    1. Why, thank you very much, Kristen! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

      Apparently these are 2 poems merged into a single one.
      «to feel romantic about the writer’s block» would be one poem, and «transgressive fiction needs to make a comeback» is another one. I can’t believe how well they can flow together :))
      ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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  2. I guess he’s his own muse and will go down in history as the guy who ‘killed’ trying. At least he can’t say that he doesn’t have knowledge about the subject matter. I’m pretty sure after he’s arrested and probably executed, his stories and books will sell like hotcakes. Why does one have to die to succeed? A question no writer wishes to face. Love the way you thought this through and through. 🙂

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  3. Pregnant or not, I’d squash a cockroach in a New York minute. Hate the things. When I moved away from home and into my first apartment (many, many years ago), they were there to greet me. Took quite some time to eradicate them. I’m fine living with a few spiders and other creepy-crawlies but not one single cockroach.
    Love your poem, but still hate cockroaches.

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