I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma.
In the afternoon I put it back again.
- Oscar Wilde
Chisels, hammers, saws.
The occasional screwdriver.
Erect, tinker, scrape, demolish.
Thank goodness for the cutting
And the pasting.
Mind the printed word. (Minding!)
The characters ever evolving,
Love them, hate them, manipulate.
Them or me?
This manuSCRIPT is my Moriarty
Or is it Voldemort?
I'd dare to say its name
If it had a title.
The trouble is.....
It does not know what it wants to be.
Nor do I.
What's driving you mad these days? Come on...distract me!
P.S. Ohmygawd I love MaudNewton who shows us things like this. She's a friend of a friend, BTW.