December 19, 2013 § 1 Comment
Every ending, where it rings easy, cheap and neat is a lie.
I mean written endings. Where you can hear it ring like a jingle.
Very often I will delete the last few lines that I have written for this reason.
It’s as if you somehow disengage for a moment and the rhyme comes in. Not necessarily a rhyme, not a tune, but perhaps you see what I mean. A lapse in concentration where the subconscious throws up something quick and readily available. Junk, when you’re nearing the end of a piece. Snappy shit.