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“Getting drunk to write
is stupid,”
she said,
“not to mention
utterly pathetic.”
And I said, “Yeah, I agree.”
“Good. Then
why are you drinking now?”
“Well…”
Shit, she got me. There
was nothing
I could say. I didn’t know
what the hell I was doing. There was
still so much about
existence that I
had no explanation for. I didn’t
drink for inspiration. I
didn’t need
inspiration. Just the courage
to write.
Suddenly I felt like the cowardly
lion from
The Wizard of Oz.
The poor fool wasn’t missing
courage, was he?
No, he just needed someone to
tell him that he already
had courage. It was
inside him all along.
Me, if I do drink, it’s never
for inspiration,
but rather the courage to
throw my written words
into the abyss
at editors
and publishers
and so on
I never seem to be ready
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Daydreaming as a profession 
Congratulations, Bogdan! I was wondering why you write poems that I find difficult to comment on. Now I understand that poetry is just poetry about which we express our thoughts. In fact, what you write, others usually cannot write.❤️
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(づ ◕‿◕ )づ Thank you, Jane!
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＼(^o^)／Most welcome , Bogdan!
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Thanks so much, Bogdan, for this one. Yes, we need that nudge of courage. 🙂
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（ ^_^）o自自o（^_^ ）
Cheers!
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