Does a poet have to be lonely?
I look at today’s picture and think about how much I’d like to have friends with whom I could share my poetry.
I tell myself it’s lack of money that keeps me from entering the world of workshops and writer’s circles, and there’s some truth to that–but there do exist alternatives, and I haven’t explored them very extensively.
I feel as if my poems are the equivalent of sex toys–kept in a box, never talked about and shared only with very intimate companions.
Masturbation, to continue the metaphor, is safer for the psyche than sex with others. You get no feedback, don’t need to deal with self-consciousness and don’t have to consider others’ needs.
But it can get lonely, and it’s missing a special energy that intimacy with another can create.
I’ve been working on getting my first submissions done, and I am eager to take the next step. I’m eager to take steps in getting more involved with my local scene, or find a course I can afford next year.
But I’m also afraid, and a part of me would rather stay lonely than risk ending up with companions who might be toxic.