Aargh! It’s the 26th November and I’ve only written 11 stanzas. That means I have to write three stanzas in the next four days. The Emerging Artist says it doesn’t matter because it’s just a self-imposed deadline. But she wouldn’t say that if she had an exhibition looming. So here goes (with links).
November verse 12: Getting it done
Of course I've plenty of excuses:
dental work and days of pain,
books to read, a brace of nieces
come to stay (like welcome rain),
a partner with a foot disabled
needing help from couch to table,
launches, lunches, work for pay,
dishwasher broken, games to play,
and all those podcasts to attend to –
Lydon, Runciman, Aly
and Scott, Prokhovnik, LRB.
A partial list that's mostly see-through.
Mass distraction rules our age.
Make that my subject. Fill the page.
Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?
I have written this blog post on the land of Gadigal and Wangal of the Eora nation. I acknowledge Elders past and present of all those clans, and welcome any First Nations readers.
Me fail? I fly! 