I write the title and then the thought is gone

I left this comment at Gingatao.  And I like it, so I’m posting it here too.  Gingatao is Paul Squires’s poetry blog. 

Pictures don’t have titles, but something like a false idea about composition sometimes does the mischief of a title and leads one astray.  And so, in every art there’s: try, try again.

In reading about hypnosis, I encountered the idea of “try” being a “fail” word.  And certainly it always has that connotation lurking inside it, like a trap door.  But “try” also holds great possibilities inside its basements, attics and closets.  I always try stuff in art.  I always counsel others to try.  The failing is itself sometimes very felicitous in leading one into new neighborhoods of thought. If some be blind alleys, well those can be beautiful too.  I’ve sauntered happily down the streets of many a pretty cul-de-sac.  Art always represents.  Sometimes we don’t know what.  And, I suppose, it’s always utopian given that there’s always a big fishyfish that gets a way.

“Fishyfish” is, as Gingatao readers know,  a lovely Paulogism.