...always thinkin the next poem 24/7, pluckin that next poem outta the air, breathing it, dreaming it, thirsting for it.

and always smiling at the muse when she is demanding your bones, and that you bring her your fire.


Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple "I must," then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse.

--Rainer Maria Rilke


*thank you BJ*

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