poem

 Write What You KnowAnytime you ' re stuck or sounding derivative that ’s what they always say. Write what you know. For the longest time I ignored it. Deluded by the arrogance of the overlooked. For fruitless years I wrote about rivers even though I’m clueless. Landlocked and sea sick. I hate to fish. All my rivers just wind and shimmer, wind and shimmer. They bec ome chlorinated lazy rivers lily padded with sunburnt bodies wafting along in blow up rafts. Meanwhile I ' m just using them to skip a stone to the other side. Do you know how long it takes to really know if you know anything? I know a little bit, I ' ll grant myself that, but even knowledge is no guarantee. For instance chess. I know some chess. But that doesn ’t stop me from reckless gambits that end with a tale about a guy who keeps pleadingking me king me king me with this big stupid grin on his face because he ’s too smitten to realize he’s talking about the wrong game. How about surgery? I know more of that than most. I’ve done a few. But it never seems to translate into art. My Op Notes would make your eyes bleed. It all comes out wrong.He incised the fascia along its onion thin planes. He massaged the inside of her ribs with his fingers. Just gross. And bad. What do I really know? And how do I use that to actually do something good?                          ...
Source: Buckeye Surgeon - Category: Surgery Authors: Source Type: blogs