"A death poem is liable to sound strained if its author racks his brain for an "appropriate" farewell, and not all death poems succeed in conveying the impact of this final experience... One poet may search in vain for a poem as long as he lives; another repeats one poem again and again; yet another lives and dies in every poem he creates." - from Japanese Death Poems, by Yoel Hoffmann
Imagine that you are dying. You are lying in your bed, surrounded by friends and family. The room is quiet except for some restrained crying, and you suddenly start to feel life draining out of your body. It is time to utter your final words, but you realize the words you prepared do not capture what you are now feeling. These feelings are completely new, and you decide not to say what you prepared. You speak the first words that enter your mind. You do not know if they make sense; you do not care what the people in the room think. You take your last breath, and then pass away.
Kate Chopin said, "I am completely at the mercy of unconscious selection. To such an extent is this true, that what is called the polishing up process has always proved disastrous to my work, and I avoid it, preferring the integrity of crudities to artificialities."
Writing is not a science. There is no right way to write anymore than there is a right way to die. We all do both in our own way, and we are all correct in the way we do it. Wallace Stevens expressed this in Metaphors of a Magnifico, when he wrote, "Twenty men crossing a bridge, / Into a village, / Are twenty men crossing twenty bridges, / Into twenty villages."
The thing I keep going back to is you can't edit a death poem. Granted this is the idea of death poems in their purest sense, but what if you apply the same concept to other experiences. What if you never had a chance to edit? Seems to me that that is how a person should approach their writing! You should live and die in every article you write.














