"How much has to be explored and discarded before reaching the naked flesh of feeling." ~Claude Debussy
Writing when in a particularly emotional ebb, at least from my own experience, tends to produce one of two results, both which are extremes. Vividly succinct images that can take you quickly to a place and time. Or just plain crap. Flat, rambling that seems like a wasted exercise in futility. It seems rarely there is anything that falls in that cavern between these two points.
tags: Poetry Writing emotions