we, wendigo is an experimental poetry piece (as noted in the tag). Normally, I don’t mind doing these postmortem self-evaluations on prose, but dislike providing too much explanation to poetry because I think that poetry should have some mystique surrounding it and room for the reader’s interpretation.
But, in this case, I think some background is warranted.
Curse or boon? I don’t know.
The problem with writing directly into WordPress and posting creative writing pieces as early versions (most of what you read here is hardly ever what I’d call final versions) is that you see the flaws after they are posted. I resist the urge to do more than correct technical issues (spelling, obvious grammar problems, formatting, etc.) after I hit that “post” button. It’s an anal-retentive thing for me, probably colored by my frustration with folks like George Lucas constantly mucking about with the original Star Wars trilogy to reflect his changes in vision over the years. Imagine if old William Shakespeare made appearance for whatever reason and decided he wasn’t quite happy with Hamlet’s “To Be or Not To Be” monologue and changed it up to suit whatever reflections he had in the grave. I suppose he’s not the best, as the playwright probably did more than his fair share of edits between performances, but you get the gist of what I’m saying.
“Kismet” is a bit like that. I wrote it last night and posted it with only minor editorial changes prior to tossing it out into the ethersphere. It’s what I do. But it’s flaws are evident upon waking. Will I change it? Probably not until I get around to publishing a collection of short stories and poems, which is about as likely to happen as me winning the lottery. In fact, I’m probably more likely to win the lottery.