A Writer's Journal

 

 

 

“No man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money.”

             Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)

 

 

 

 

 

Seriously, Sam?

I mean, given the number who actually make money from their writing,

must be a lot of disappointed scribblers out there,

unfortunate blockheads having to settle merely for the joy

of playing with words and capturing their music on paper,

or leaving a record, however ephemeral, of an ephemeral life--

that one was once here, felt things, knew things, loved things--

reporting from the frontlines on their first-hand experiences of truth,

or wanting to make some small contribution to humanity’s forward movement,

or just tell a good story.

All those unfortunate blockheads dancing delirious with the muse

for a moment, or for an hour, or a lifetime,

alas, without any financial reward.

So sad.

 

 

 

[First posted: November 9, 2019]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Add comment

Comments

  • No comments found