Entry 1119 — Dead Poem
Poem-in-progress:
I struggled with this thing most of yesterday–in my head. Just couldn’t get it right. I couldn’t choose between having the private eye and the Atlantic as its center. This morning, I kept foundering, finally giving up: hence the title of this entry. I tried to cheer myself up by think how good an instructional failure it was. Then something close to the above occurred to me that seemed to make some sense. I’m not yet satisfied with it. but may accept it into Mine Oeuvre as is.
Meanwhile, I like my private eye image. Haven’t been able to think what to do with it, though. (Thanks, Conrad, for your positive comment on it, by the way. You see the image just the way I do!)
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