Scratches
A stairwell spent time under me,
as I wrote hasty words, in temporary strokes.
The scratches in the paint had more art to them.
than these scratches on paper.
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What did the Simon & Garfunkle song say..”the word of the prophet are written on the subway walls…enjoyed your post.
I really like this. Short – aggressive – to the point. I liked how the stairwell spent time under you – as if it, in itself might have been doing something more worthwhile that you creating your writing/art/whatever you want to call it. I dont know why the strokes were temporary, but i like it. The scratches in the paint, wear and tear, degredation, vandalism, may have more value than your own “art”. i think this is about you doubting yourself as a writer and the pain that causes. Either way i will follow your blog. Thanks.