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I found a poem I wrote in high school and totally forgot. Thanking friends lists for the fact that my friends might see this post despite my journal having dropped out of sight, hoping my friends will be amused, making only the slightest modifications, I present

For The Muse of Uninspiration --
Be cursed, cruel Muse!
Your sisters never
Tormented a supplicant so.
You still abuse -
You hinder ever,
Sentencing us poor souls to woe.
Memory's child
By faithless Zeus,
Your sisters would succor and teach;
But you, reviled,
Have found your use
Removing art from artist's reach.
Faithless eldest,
Man you spurned.
-- The Greeks refused to give you name --
Knowing best
There's none you earned:
Absence, not presence, your domain.
Americans
In our conceit
Forget this silence meant to mock.
Our stilled pens
Will readily greet
And dub thee, dread muse, "Writer's Block".


On a completely unrelated note, it seems to be a long while since I wrote anything anywhere. This is, however, due less to writer's block and more to do with writer's anvil (i.e. an anvil load of work dropping from the sky to flatten the writer).

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