Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

So fill up your glass
turn up the sound
pick up notebook and pen
and start up the poetry machine

some say impossible
but they don't really try
there are always blocks
that rise out of nowhere
right in your way
but you can clear them
like a show-jumper hurdles

and as for running out
of words, images, thoughts
you can always look around you
to keep the flow going
push the lines on round
another turn of the wheel

so put on your red gloves
and turn down the lights
sit back and enjoy it
'cos the spot's all you got

spontaneous source of creation
some kind of well to tap
that keeps the water coming
like a musical instrument
performance at the drop of a hat
on return to the same state
we first did it in

so fill up the room
turn up the expectations
move on from one page to the next
and start up the poetry machine

Vienna