According to Emerson,
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall.
Heck him.
Because I like consistency and having plans, I have decided to post an original poem every day for a year. It's got it all: consistency (it's every day), foolishness (like, why would anyone do this?), and little (it's only a poem). And, I use my mind, so Emerson would be proud. Or not proud. I have no idea anymore.
I've set two ground rules for this endeavor:
1. No re-using old poems. I have lots of poems or pieces of poems in my various notes and Google Docs. It is all off limits. I start with a blank page (or, blank 'new post') and go from there.
2. The poem sas to be done on that day. I cannot have a great Saturday where I knock out ten poems and then take a week off. Nope. It's a poem a day.
Basically, the plan is to do Wordle and then knock out a poem. That is, until the New York Times decides to put Wordle behind a paywall and I say heck that like I say heck Emerson.
Either Emerson or the New York Times would probably be in good company then.
Also, I decided on April 1st to start because, A) April Fool's Day would be the day Emerson would find thematically appropriate for foolishness; B) April 1st is the final day of radiation treatments from cancer (my second round), so I want to celebrate the next phase of my life by giving myself more work to do. Wait, what?
See you on April 1st. And then every day thereafter. For. A. Year.
I'd say I'm going to 'try' to do this, but Yoda gave me some advice, too:
Do or do not, there is no try.
I like Yoda more than Emerson.
