Sitting in the car Trying to think Writing a poem’
(Empty page)
A cat outside Walking away Knowing where to go…
APPENDIX – Poem editing history
This appendix shows the various versions of the poem until I considered it ‘final’ to publish. Even though there is no such thing as ‘final’ in art, I find it useful for me to document the various versions of the poem and see how my thought evolved.
I think of what to do (Why do anything?) I prefer to just be Without doing anything A cat! Music Sitting in the car
I think of what to do (Why do anything?) I prefer to just be Without doing anything A cat! Music Sitting in the car (Is that me?)
Sitting in the car Despaired I think of what to do (Why do anything?) I prefer to just be Without doing anything A cat! Music Sitting in the car (Is that me?) The cat is leaving now Confident Knowing where to go Not looking back For a second there… I thought I saw myself Walking away from a car With an empty shell Trying to write a poem now Oh, no. The cat is coming back…
Sitting in the car Despaired I think of what to do (Why do anything?) I prefer to just be Without doing anything A cat Music Sitting in the car (Is that me?) The cat is leaving now Confident Knowing where to go For a second there… I thought I saw myself Walking away from the car Away from an empty shell Trying to write a poem Oh, no. The cat is coming back… Trying to do something So that I stop this cat From frowning upon me…
Sitting in the car Despaired Thinking what to do (Why do anything?) I prefer to just be A cat Music A car (Is that me?) The cat is leaving Confident Knowing where to go For a second there… I thought I saw myself Walking away from everything But I’m still here Empty Trying to write a poem Oh, no. The cat is coming back… I need to do something To stop this cat From frowning upon me…
Sitting in the car Despaired Thinking what to do (Why do anything?) I prefer to just be A cat Music A car (Is that me?) The cat is leaving Confident Knowing where to go For a second there… I thought I saw myself Walking away from everything But I’m still here Empty Trying to write a poem Oh, no. The cat is coming back… I need to do something To stop this cat From frowning upon me…
Trying to think Writing a poem Sitting in the car A cat outside Walking away Knowing where she goes
Sitting in the car Trying to think Writing a poem’
As Oscar Wilde once said, the most serious things are said as jokes.
It is when we make no effort to understand that we understand. When we play. When we laugh. And the world is just for a minute brighter. And everything seems in place. You are rich then. Full of everything. Having nothing.
But don’t be fooled.
Laughing has nothing to do with laughing. Having fun just makes us cry more when there is no Sun. Still. We need to laugh.
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