One blogger muses about their muse…
Purveying not Selling
Standing on the corner of a digital street
Wondering which sound bite I can tempt you to eat
Perhaps philosophy or fiction whet your appetite
‘til then I’ll stand alone in the waning light
With only my food for thought for company
If it isn’t packaged for the present modern age
Its cos street cats can’t agree how best the lingo hits the page
I’ve jolly well cleared the air with a comedic nonsense filter
And in the Landscape of Being opened up new vistas
Sorry if I’m trying, or trying too hard, but why aren’t you ‘buying’?
Cos there’s nothing from me to buy and the sponsors cashing in
Hide their adverts from my eyes in case I cringe.
Every day I yearn to write, it’s some kind of compulsion
Purveying meaning in the form of philosophy or fiction.
Which I hope, I really really hope, I’m not alone in reading.
P.S. That’s reading not Reading.
P.S. There are lots of people in Reading, some of whom are reading.
P.S Of course in Reading you might be reading about reeding and other architectural forms.