Who's a Real Poet?

Most real poets - the homerun hitters, the base stealers, the game savers - not necessarily famous (at least in their lifetime) - but the ones who make the game exciting are the ones who have lived poetic lives. What does that mean? Well, to me it means the ones who live their lives like every moment is sacred and matters. The ones who have a passion and a zest for life that takes them out of the mundane even when they might exist in a mundane situation. It's the only way one can write truly great poems. Your art will be nothing more than your heart can produce. Want to write passion filled poetry? Then live a passionate life and be aware of it. Want nature to come alive in your poetry? Spend time outside. Want adventure and romance in your poetry? You know what I'm going to say. I'm not saying it's always safe and I'm certainly not telling you what to do. I'm just letting you know my opinion, and I think that if you're not a very engaging person, if you're dull and unaware of the world around you except for what you happen to come upon when the remote is in your hand your poetry most likely won't be very good. Now I'm not saying that you should walk in the footsteps of Ezra Pound and get arrested and committed or drink and drug yourself into brilliance like Poe or Bukowski but I am saying if you want to write great poetry you need to be true to yourself and try to live a great life and don't miss writing any of it down!

On a Binge

So I'm on this writing binge. Drunk on words. Stumbling through a maze of papers and notebooks. Sorting out the good the bad and the ugly and trying to get a manuscript ready for submisssion. Now isn't that some WWF language? Yea baby! Let the games begin.
The newspapers are piling up. Some bottles have emptied. I've almost finished the Bukowski collection. I'm busy typing up new poems, old poems anything that hits me that might fit this first collection that I'm trying to get published. I even have the family reading through my selections and rating them like American Idol. I guess I have more of a desire to share this stuff than I ever realized.
The first couple days took more wine and were slow going at first, but today it's straight black gourmet coffee and a one hit and I'm off to the races. I'm getting the selections narrowed down but capturing whatever comes bubbling up at the same time.
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Damn Poem

For some reason I feel like I need to get the damn taxes done. An urgent need to create a master peace. Or finish doing the bills. Or like I desperately need to book some shows. I really better clean the house and do some laundery or else I will just go crazy. Damn right insane. I'll go nuts trying to figure out what it is that is driving me to the brink of insanity and tying my stomach into knots with worry and anticipation of the coming storm so I can find shelter and get down to what it is that is really pulling me and just sit down still and put the pen to the paper and write a damn poem.

Anyone else?

Anyone else get that feeling of the mad cousin of Mr. Panic Attack before you figure out what it is you need to do? Can anyone relate to that damn poem?

Guitpoet (The Blog Site Of Jerry Oliver)

Welcome to the blog site of guitarist/poet Jerry Oliver. This is where we will interact with other musicians, poets and artistic types to discuss the inspiration, influences, techniques and methods that drive us to create and continue to explore our art.