ON BEGINNING TO READ MOBY DICK

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ON BEGINNING TO READ MOBY DICK 

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Sometimes I don't know what I am going to write 

Or if I have anything to say at all when I put pencil to paper

Usually one part of me or another has something to say

And I wait, pencil poised like an  idea harpoon

Wait until a thought breeches the surface

Then I strike, while thinking jubilantly

"Thar she blows! Thar she blows!"

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