Now we reach the end of take 2 of the street writer column.
I’m not sure if there will be more after this one.
So I thought I would call this one ‘The Great End’ and leave a little wisdom.
Well, some so-called wisdom ha ha.
I’m not a philosopher or a prophet by any means, modes or the way but… HERE WE GO!
When you start off a piece (a poem, a story, a film or even an article) the main aim is to have that Great End!
The beginning can start off whatever way you want it to.
For the middle… you can basically talk about whatever bullshit you please.
But, that end line has to be perfect.
That end line is what everybody takes away with them after they’ve read it.
They take it into their private and personal and creative lives.
That end line is what every writer should live for…
For example: everyone loves to begin a book, by the time they get to the middle it’s like being in limbo but… everyone (and I mean everyone) loves to end that book to give them the self-satisfaction they completed it and they got something from it.
Especially the end line…
It took me a hell of a long time to figure this out (mainly as a poet).
When I did find it out I was complimented by a local and seasoned poet in Belfast called Colin Dardis who said ‘Jesus man your poetry has come a long way’ and I replied ‘I found out it is all about the last line.’
I guess that is about the one and only so-called piece of wisdom I have found throughout my REAL writing career that has been going on for almost 7 years.
Again, I am no philosopher, prophet, saint or a god but…
What I have truly found throughout these several years is: if your work is strong enough, it will stand all on its own and say something more than you could ever explain it.
For me, honestly, that is where I get most of my delight.
It’s like a little silent voice.
Almost like a god.
Like the one we know now (but that could change in good time).
I have two poems in store for this last article.
‘a good last line’ and ‘judge like a poet’s last line’
A good last line
The last line
A good last line
For the writer
Is a melodic ending
For his story
But it is
A brand new start
Judge like a poet’s last line
You look at
And you’re disgusted
They have good hearts
As a local alcoholic
Waves out a lorry
Onto an empty road
With his girlfriend
Who is twenty years younger than him
Or the man
Who smokes a cigarette
In a mild sun
After his first pint
He would kill for his family
Out of loyalty
Or the fat chick you think is ugly
Or the screaming child
You think needs discipline
They have all lived on greener grass once
So before you are judged
By what you have judged
By your god on your deathbed
Think or do something more omnipotent
When you meet them the next time
Like a poets last line