Looking outside of myself
– Based on a blog post of EJ Koh
I live a bit through you
Like a social media update of a poet
You’ve taken into your heart
It’s like an obsession I treat very kindly
I’m almost conditioned to be impatient
Seven second attention span did you say?
How to be intelligent, talented in patient?
While being online, it’s not possible
You have to sometimes pull the plug
On a Sunday or, for the rest of your life
Instead of taking the time to
Learn, perfect my craft, study
I want to exercise my craft now
Without years of sacrifice and hard work
Call it art as soon as it leaves my mouth
Can you imagine a poem lyrical just read-made?
A novel just so without months of editing?
It’s the desperation to survive
Without the genius factor, with only me
To read my work, your work, and all
The bad writing getting awards these days
I just don’t get it, I blame the viral speed
Of the internet, and the MFA programs
But each year passes without incident
I don’t think I’m that one in a million
Where are the writer’s hard-won readers?
Or are we just writing for ourselves in the end?
Wuji Seshat 
Reblogged this on International Book Promotion.
We write for ourselves, but myself is you, yourself is me, we are all connected…
Indeed I used to feel that more….but people are so conditioned by their patterns, being extremely selfish also leads to surprising connections.
I’ve never really thought of things that way, perhaps you are right, I will give it more thought, thanks for your response, most interesting! I love hearing other’s view points, give me food for thought! Michelle
Thanks Michelle, I dreamed for most of my life about the unity of human beings, but I can’t say it worked out terribly well for me. You see I lived in a rather different sort of place, in Auroville.