I’m kicking off the New Year with a robust manifesto.  This poem’s triumphant voice –
so raw and honest – affirms the creative impulse that infuses not only your life, but that
of the whole cosmos!

In this new year, may your creative spirit be aroused, refreshed, and fully employed.
May you be on intimate terms with your inner genius, which is always, like John….right.

Loading a Boar
We were loading a boar, a goddamn mean big sonofabitch and he jumped out of the pickup
four times and tore my stockracks and rooted me in the stomach and I fell down and he bit
John on the knee and he thought it was broken and so did I and the boar stood over in the
far corner of the pen and watched us and John and I just sat there tired and Jan laughed
and brought us a beer and I said, “John it ain’t worth it, nothing’s going right and I’m feeling
half dead and haven’t wrote a poem in ages and I’m ready to quit it all,” and John said, “shit
young feller, you ain’t got started yet and the reason’s cause you trying to do it outside
yourself and ain’t looking in and if you wanna by god write pomes you gotta write pomes
about what you know and not about the rest and you can write about pigs and that boar
and Jan and you and me and the rest and there ain’t no way you’re gonna quit,” and we
drank beer and smoked, all three of us, and finally loaded that mean bastard and drove
home and unloaded him and he bit me again and I went in the house and got out my
paper and pencils and started writing and found out John he was right.

David Lee, from The Porcine Canticles
Copyrighted material; for educational/therapeutic purposes only.

I often play this in my studio or in the kitchen…just a lil’ somethin to get ya movin.  Enjoy!
Avec amour, K
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pN2LiY4uBzo