Saturday, January 14th will live in Julie infamy.
BASTARDS!
I have still not remembered the poem. And I have a weird fear that if I try to go ahead with my normal poetry whatnots, it’ll be gone forever and that it was really good.
And then I fear that if I obsess over it, I’ll waste days, months, years, and I’ll never remember and that it was really bad.
And there’s no way of knowing which is true because my brain is a black hole the size of Kalamazoo!
I woke up a couple of nights ago thinking about it and I have the idea that I almost remembered it. And then one of the cats tried to barf on my pillow and the memory fled like… like a fleeing thing.
Almost makes a person lose all hope.
Don’t even worry about it. Write the next one. Then write the next one. Seriously: if it’s in there, it’ll come back out, either whole, or in pieces interspersed in the other poems you write. And if it’s not in there, then worrying won’t ever bring it back.
–and get a mini tape recorder.
Doubtless, it’s similar to “The Lost Chord” — http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/l/o/lostchor.htm — but quieter.
Much quieter, Hedgie, aside from the sobbing.
Chris, don’t you come in here and use logic or I’ll bite you! You’re spoiling my nitwittery, dammit! (Good advice, though.)