tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682078877460964096.post884312198506608040..comments2024-03-23T05:41:47.924-07:00Comments on The Square Corner: My Street, Your StreetThe Square Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10942354729937177275noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682078877460964096.post-64778551041825160062009-01-11T15:23:00.000-08:002009-01-11T15:23:00.000-08:00SC,I have no words for this epic post. You can't s...SC,<BR/>I have no words for this epic post. You can't stop writing. Do you understand what I just said? I repeat, Do...Not...Stop..Writing. Come what may, are you the high priest who can ride the electric waves of Vishnu's lightning? Are you the Shaman speaking from the collective unconscious? Are you the Preacher baptizing the masses with goblets of fire? Are the Guru massaging the imagination of the seeking? Are you the Doctor injecting the sick with the cure? The Maestro directing the Symphony of the sounds of this life? The shrink probing painful memories? The social worker throwing lyrical blankets on the downtrodden?<BR/><BR/>Perhaps.<BR/><BR/>But mostly, you are a boxer. Bloodied and bruised, fatigued and breathless, as the bells ring and faces blur and the crowd screams your name to get up. You will, because what makes you strong is your insatiable hunger....the source of your words...the source of the fight. <BR/><BR/>The poem is the fight.<BR/><BR/>The DoxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com