I haven't posted anything for quite some time and chances are - won't post anything for quite some time. It turns out I do not like blogs, reading them or writing them. And I dislike them especially much when I have to write my own stories.
But there is one thing I'd like to post here. It is a poem by Miller Williams and it goes like this:
Let Me Tell You
how to do it from the beginning.
First notice everything:
The stain on the wallpaper
of the vacant house.
the mothball smell of a
Miss nothing. Memorize it.
You cannot twist the fact you do not know.
The blond girl you saw in the bar.
Put a scar on her breast.
Say she left home to get away from her father.
Invent whatever will support your line.
Leave out the rest.
Use metaphors. The mayor is a pig
is a metaphor
which is not to suggest
it is not a fact.
Which is irrelevant.
Nothing is less important
than a fact.
Be suspicious of any word you learned
and were proud of learning.
It will go bad.
It will fall off the page.
When your father lies
in the last light
and your mother cries for him,
listen to the sound of her crying.
When your father dies
take notes somewhere inside.
If there is a heaven
he will forgive you
if the line you found was a good line.
It does not have to be worth the dying.