I take it you want to be a poet…well then you must work. Spots of brilliance is not enough. I’ve been the whole trip myself. It wasn’t until I learned to work my guts out that a true poem came into being. Get to work, man, and let the publishing come in its own time even if it’s 15 years from now. No matter. Fight for the poem. Put your energy into it. Force discipline upon madness. You can do it. I did it. Why not you? Guard yourself from the easy thing. Push for the stars, or, at least, go back and push one poem all the way up there. And then another.

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)