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Writer’s Block Explained
It’s when you stare
at an empty white page
Can’t think of anything to say.
Can think of things to say,
but worry that millions of others
have already said them
in more profound and articulate ways.
Can think of things to say,
but fearful of criticism
once those things have been said.
think of someone else’s statement
about writing being an activity
where you stare at the page
until drops of blood emerge.
Fearful of bleeding too much,
the decision is made to stop writing
until the moment
when writing is mandatory–
no matter what the ultimate verdict may be.
Terry McCarty has been writing poetry in, around and sometimes about Southern California since 1997. Recent chapbooks include IMPERFECTIONIST (Meridien PressWorks) and I SAW IT ON TV (Lummox Press). Terry is included in these anthologies: SO LUMINOUS THE WILDFLOWERS (Tebot Bach) and THE LONG WAY HOME: THE BEST OF THE LITTLE RED BOOK SERIES 1998-2008 (Lummox Press)
Crushed indigenous population,
commanded over their religion
– atrocities, violent chainsaw nightmares –
began highways and strip mines
vomited up cheap hotels and supermarkets
strung wires garroting beautiful vistas
turned sacred lakes to cesspools
turned magic into cartoons on t-shirts
marched ugly armies with terrifying fire power
to keep the peace
made their own language
the tongue of country
Of Thee I Sing
Mao is a vampire
drinking Coca-Cola –
Walt Disney animatronic fists
Mickey Mouse on the airwaves of Brazil –
Watch yourself watch yourself go to Tibet –
The universal money
is shiny plastic
called “bling” –
beast with a million eyes
Hong Kong Bardo
Flitting through Hong Kong airport
a leaf-blown ghost confused by my karma –
standing in the wrong line
or frozen in one spot check-in
while secret calls are made
for the 2 gigantic
Indian men gorged to bursting, petulant –
but a few hours in the Hong Kong airport
will make a petulant unhappy ghost
w/ huge stomach & tiny mouth –
scratchy bored explanations that are incoherent –
prickly sweat gathering at the memory of a neck –
the STARBUCK’S croissant a Chinese lantern
dissolving into dust
fingers of dust
tongue dry hanging cow-like –
as this world goes away
in a whisper of desperation –
the black out preferable?
the kiss-off preferable?
get me to the church on time
station to station hearse to hearse
black plume lady won’t you go out tonight?
nova moon collapsing black tar black hole
Black Sunday I am my own Barbara Steele
gigantic eyed B-movie scream queen
staring into the empty mirror
of dissolving stars, falling sputniks –
a brief quiet in the industry of the dead
hurtling to their destinations
Allen Ginsberg said “MARC OLMSTED inherited Burroughs’ scientific nerve & Kerouac’s movie-minded line nailed down with gold eyebeam in San Francisco.” Olmsted teaches the on-line course “WRITING KEROUAC/SITTING BUDDHA: Spontaneous Poetics & Big Mind” at Writers.com. His book, WHAT USE AM I A HUNGRY GHOST? – POEMS FROM 3-YEAR RETREAT (VCP Press, 2001), has an introduction by Ginsberg.