“Nat Lipstadt question: please write a poem about the who what when and where the voices come to you.
and where they hang out when not in your head. Thank you”
<nml>
the easy answer is any,
time, place,
the absence of rules
is the First Law
of creativity
they hang
within me
in various body parts,
but have no boundaries,
they override my sensoria,
at will,
and have the power to turn my body
towards and away,
upon occasion
they depart my confines,
join sea breezes
gusts of rain,
go semi-silent
when hiding within the waves
of the rivers nearby my abodation,
to be refreshed,
bringing fresh perspectives of places unseen,
speaking in tongues uncomprehending,
not providing simultaneous translation,
just to let me listen to
the poetry of their sing song alliterations,
but they roost at home,
within always,
they know a good thing
heat, no rent, lots of
Italian, Thai, n’ Chinese,
so never and always hungry
they nap at the theater, ballet and the opera,
cause they could do it better,
they only desire a higher love,
pure muse created inspirations.
they can choose to call their owned,
in order to justify their
continued existence,
the Second Law of Creativity,
never plagiarize on an
empty stomach,
so you can have the strength
to always be “writing”
<nml>
re Laws of Creativity
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 2:07 PM UTC
“Nat Lipstadt question: please write a poem about the who what when and where the voices come to you.
and where they hang out when not in your head. Thank you”
<nml>
the easy answer is any,
time, place,
the absence of rules
is the First Law
of creativity
they hang
within me
in various body parts,
but have no boundaries,
they override my sensoria,
at will,
and have the power to turn my body
towards and away,
upon occasion
they depart my confines,
join sea breezes
gusts of rain,
go semi-silent
when hiding within the waves
of the rivers nearby my abodation,
to be refreshed,
bringing fresh perspectives of places unseen,
speaking in tongues uncomprehending,
not providing simultaneous translation,
just to let me listen to
the poetry of their sing song alliterations,
but they roost at home,
within always,
they know a good thing
heat, no rent, lots of
Italian, Thai, n’ Chinese,
so never and always hungry
they nap at the theater, ballet and the opera,
cause they could do it better,
they only desire a higher love,
pure muse created inspirations.
they can choose to call their owned,
in order to justify their
continued existence,
the Second Law of Creativity,
never plagiarize on an
empty stomach,
so you can have the strength
to always be “writing”
<nml>
re Laws of Creativity
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