No, of course not. I’m being facetious. It just takes a moment. A moment of inspiration.
I think it takes a lifetime. From the formation of language until the final period.
Or question mark?
Sure, or question mark. Punctuation. You know…
But you asked how long it should take.
Ah. True…
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So?
Hmm?
So, how long should it take to write a poem?
Oh, are we still doing that? I told you: There’s no answer. When do you start the hourglass? When you first sit down with a pencil in hand and touch the point to the paper? Or at the first thought that you ought to write a poem because ‘it’s been a while’?
You haven’t written with a pencil and paper for years.
Not true, but that’s my point. A poem happens. It never starts. It’s part of a chain. First, create the universe, then, finish the poem.
“Almost every American I know does trade large portions of his life for entertainment, hour by weeknight hour, binge by Saturday binge, Facebook check by Facebook check. I’m one of them. In the course of writing this I’ve watched all 13 episodes of House of Cards and who knows how many more West Wing episodes, and I’ve spent any number of blurred hours falling down internet rabbit holes. All instead of reading, or writing, or working, or spending real time with people I love.”
“Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.”
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