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Spontaneity
Nothing of lasting value, as I see it, anyway, Ever comes from excessive deliberation Leavened with clear thinking, sound judgment, reason, And a sanguine sense of optimism — Nothing other than the obliteration of spontaneity, Which can be a virtue or a liability, Depending on whether you're a politician or a poet.
Since the beginning of time (My creative stirrings, forty-five years ago), I've fiercely advocated, and never deviated from, A "get it all down in one fell swoop" approach to writing, Much like a hawk sinking its talons into the back of a rabbit, Unheralded, out of the furious air — just there, To grasp its prey: the day's metaphor.
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