A Writer’s Lament, by Todd Hogan – A “Found” poem
I awake after a night of anxious dreams to discover that I had not yet been transformed into a monstrous, verminous Franz Kafka. A screaming comes across the bedroom.
Happy writers are all alike; every unhappy writer is unhappy in his own way.
Call me Melville. Catch-22 was love at first sight. All Vonnegut happened, more or less.
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in Torrance — They threw me off the hay truck about NaNo.
This is the saddest story I have ever written. I have never begun a story with more misgiving.
My soul swooned slowly as I heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of our “the end,” upon all the living and the dead.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were flashing thirteen.
But I reckon I got to light out for the Anthologies ahead of the rest, because some editor she’s going to adopt me and sivilize me and I can’t stand it. I been there before.
So I beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the pages.
It is a far, far better thing that I scribble, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better denouement that I go to than I have ever known.
“Yes,” I thought. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”
yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
Copyright © 2016 by Todd Hogan
Found poetry is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them as poetry (a literary equivalent of a collage) by making changes in spacing and lines, or by adding or deleting text, thus imparting new meaning.