Some of the stuff just doesn’t work. I try my best but it’s never enough—never good enough. What more can I say? Again, the chips are down and I get an unlucky roll of the dice. Sitting here and waiting for a pure flow. There is none coming. Nothing really wanting to leap to the surface. Strive on. Rach in. Dig deeper into the vortex. Find the right piece to solve the puzzle. Search on in the infamous quest of poetry. None of the pieces are truly worthy. Again the victim of Duchamp’s theory.
Duchamp’s theory
Finalized products fall short
Vision unrealized
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/prose/1106713
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