Anyone that believes writing poetry, or any story for that matter, comes to writers instantaneously is sadly mistaken. This is probably the biggest reason why so many “writers” never become authors. They give up once they find out that the Muse is a dumb bitch who has her own life outside of your head and that editing is at least as, if not MORE, important than the initial writing of a piece.
Ka, the main character in Orhan Pamuk’s “Snow,” is a poet whose poetry just spews from his fingers whenever it wants. It comes when he least expects it. Ka actually gets a sensation before the poem is about to be born. He runs home, grabs a pencil and paper, and writes it down, verbatim. And PRESTO! A perfect purple prose poem pops p…presently? Either way, it comes out fully formed. He does nothing to it.
As proof that my writing is not an easy process. Here’s what my notebook looks like before a simple 13 line poem is truly born.
Yes, those are notes, indecipherable scribbles, a line that trails off into the second page, a rewrite, more notes, and general chaos.
Still want to write the great American novel?