The poetry has been slow in coming lately. I treat it as an entity apart from myself. That way, I can tell myself that it’s in no way my own fault if I write nothing. I have (unconsciously? semiconsciously?) created a world where I am not at fault for not doing that which I can do best.
Nobody tells you how to be a poet, though. (Like that’s an excuse.) In poetry classes, they don’t even tell you how to send out your stuff to magazines, which is the point of it all, isn’t it?
Proposed routine: spend some of the day actually writing (on paper, with a real pen. blogging don’t count here.) Spend some of the day reading poetry. Of other people, not mine. Keep the songs fresh in my head, so I can keep on seeing the patterns.